SimplistiKate

I labeled this post San Diego because it is the story. I could give this post a plethera of names such as disappointment, anger, because of you, because of love, because I am scared, you told me to stay, but i'm sick of iowa, I want to experience the big world, etc. etc. etc. ( says the king from the king and I). But San Diego sums it up. I just graduated from Interior Design and throughout the last semester I began to consistently speak to my sister about the possibility of moving out to San Diego. The opportunity was supreme. I had nothing tying me down to good ol' Cedar Falls Iowa, to me, the only thing tying me down was my own fear, but that I was sure to conquer and prove to myself and everyone else that I am not a small town girl, but need a city of sun and excitement. I had everything in my hand, a place to stay (with my sister for free for atleast a few months while I got on my feet) and family/friends (also my sister, but only my sister). That was it, that was all I ca...

Okay, so my sister Danielle has a blog and I inconsistantly read it, always thoroughly in awe of her faith and sincerity. It inspires me. Actually, what inspires me is her declaring of faith and the results of her faithful actions. Her stories are remarkable and speak volumns about the closeness of our creator in our lives. So, I am inspired, like I said before, to write about my battles with life and God and how I make it through due to his promised deliverance.