<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2455158735248111163</id><updated>2011-10-07T08:19:39.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Residing Decency</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charitywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455158735248111163/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charitywilde.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Charity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01798508935537918214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qYCttATr6E/Su2e6CW4mjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/tD5nJM6Y4JY/S220/grad.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2455158735248111163.post-287854667872549820</id><published>2011-01-09T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T18:27:10.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Mountains...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;I have to say that this past year has been one filled with many new discoveries of myself, my family and others as well.&amp;nbsp; I have seen three therapists, been on two different medications, watched my parents start their own journey in recovery, had a handful of panic attacks, dropped all my classes within a few weeks of starting them, seen how I have interacted with my sister and other people close to me....I have learned so much and keep continually learning about myself and everyone around me.&amp;nbsp; I have come to the realization that I have become addicted to food, been a co-dependent person my whole life, and that I haven't always had a healthy way of thinking.&amp;nbsp; There are so many things that have happened in my life that have contributed to who I am now and why I am the way I am.&amp;nbsp; I want to share this because there are many others living with dysfunction as well as trauma in their lives, and it affects not only them but others in their lives.&amp;nbsp; I have learned about why I am such a people pleaser and that I value what others think of me.&amp;nbsp; I turn to food to comfort me and if I can't control other parts of my life then I can always control food.&amp;nbsp; It is such a hard thing to face.&amp;nbsp; I am not the person that I want to be.&amp;nbsp; I am in the middle of my own recovery process and at the moment I don't have anyone to connect with.&amp;nbsp; Support is such an important thing.&amp;nbsp; I have learned that and so many other things from my parents.&amp;nbsp; I am so thankful for them and I am trying to work on my relationship with them everyday.&amp;nbsp; Growing up I thought I had a normal life but since a year ago everything seems to have turned upside down.&amp;nbsp; That isn't necessarily a bad thing though.&amp;nbsp; When things become different in my life, I try to find the positives.&amp;nbsp; Knowing what I know now has made a world of difference in my life.&amp;nbsp; Every day I'm still struggling and trying to overcome the weaknesses I have over certain things.&amp;nbsp; God has blessed me with this life and I was born to make a difference in peoples lives.&amp;nbsp; I was born with many gifts just like everyone else is.&amp;nbsp; We all have our own unique talents and abilities.&amp;nbsp; I want everyone to see their purpose in life.&amp;nbsp; There is joy in this life but sometimes we have to fight through the depression and sorrow to find it.&amp;nbsp; I know that is something I deal with daily.&amp;nbsp; I believe we are all stronger than we think.&amp;nbsp; If we have strong enough faith in ourselves and God, as well as others, that really does give us the ability to move mountains.&amp;nbsp; Your mountain may be that you don't have a job to support yourself and the dreams you have, or it may be an addiction that you have.&amp;nbsp; I feel as if I have many mountains in my life and I am really trying hard to have faith in myself...God is magnificent and never changing.&amp;nbsp; His faith in us never seems to die.&amp;nbsp; It seems I've forgotten how precious He sees all of us and how much He really loves us.&amp;nbsp; And with that I say peace and much love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;- Charity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2455158735248111163-287854667872549820?l=charitywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charitywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/287854667872549820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2455158735248111163&amp;postID=287854667872549820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455158735248111163/posts/default/287854667872549820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455158735248111163/posts/default/287854667872549820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charitywilde.blogspot.com/2011/01/moving-mountains.html' title='Moving Mountains...'/><author><name>Charity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01798508935537918214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qYCttATr6E/Su2e6CW4mjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/tD5nJM6Y4JY/S220/grad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2455158735248111163.post-5472475588129580055</id><published>2010-03-29T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T20:23:54.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Him &amp; I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Today something happenend.  Today is the start of something new...something I have never experienced before.  I was asked out today by my childhood sweetheart.  Tyler Lee Darnell and I have known each other approximately ten and a half years.  If you do not know much about him, you should know that he is the kindest, sweetest, honest, giving, loving person I have ever known.  He cares deeply about others and looks deep within others and wants to do the right thing always.  Tyler is a young man who has helped me so much that I do not even know how to thank him.  We grew up together going to each others houses ALL the time...we would go swimming in his pool and swimming at my house on the lake...we would play games on the play ground and be there for each other's birthdays.  We were the definition of childhood romance...it was puppy love.  When eighth grade hit, we sort of disconnected and didn't spend time together like we did.  Throughout highschool we were still friends and would say hello occasionally.  Ever since we started college we got reconnected and started hanging out ALL the time again and of course still do.  And today he decided to ask me.  I said yes.  Tyler is unlike any other "guy" I've dated.  He is a young man who respects me, listens to me, is able to relate to me, and some how knows what I need.  God is using me to do great things and He is using Tyler too.  There are some wonderful things in store for us.  I am so happy with where life is at and I look forward to what lies ahead.  So keep the faith...Peace and much love - Charity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2455158735248111163-5472475588129580055?l=charitywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charitywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/5472475588129580055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2455158735248111163&amp;postID=5472475588129580055' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455158735248111163/posts/default/5472475588129580055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455158735248111163/posts/default/5472475588129580055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charitywilde.blogspot.com/2010/03/him-i.html' title='Him &amp; I'/><author><name>Charity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01798508935537918214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qYCttATr6E/Su2e6CW4mjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/tD5nJM6Y4JY/S220/grad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2455158735248111163.post-4642774270358850111</id><published>2009-12-22T12:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T12:46:27.827-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663300;"&gt;I am not happy right now.  It seems my past is burdening me.  Every mistake and every bad decision haunts me.  It's either my parents or my sister who decide that I need to be reminded of the wrong things I do when I want to do something that doesn't seem to sit right with them.  My feelings are crushed and I'm not just upset...I'm angry.  I am angry that I am now  eighteen and having such a hard time with my family accepting that I really want to be independent...the thing they've pushed me to be for so long.  It's like everything I do that seems wrong to everyone and all I want to do is be my own person.  I want to escape from the world that I've known and just find myself.  I'm not the person I was before.  I'm leaving the little girl who was so attached to mom and dad behind...I'm Charity the eighteen year old whose in college getting a degree in social work and making up my own mind and decisions.  I'm taking responsibility for myself and seeing that it isn't so hard if I just push myself.  It's like when your a kid you have your parents dress you, then when you get older you dress yourself how you want dress and you even buy your own clothes and chose how to spend your money.  I'm eighteen.  I'm done with dealing with being a big sister and trying to watch what I do for a sister who hasn't opened up to me.  I love her dearly but she has been so hurtful to me that I feel like we just don't even need to talk sometimes.  I always come back to the feeling that I should just move out and leave my family behind and get a job and keep my studies going and get on with life.  My parents have pushed me so much and now that I'm eighteen I just never want to tell them what I'm doing or where I'm going...I just want to escape from it all...to just go on a trip and meet people and see things and experience things and do something great with my life.  I'm tired of feeling like I'm doing nothing.  I want to be happy and I'm not feeling like that right now.  Life is chaotic and I feel lost with so much but I just want to feel like me, Charity, the person I've always been on the inside...outgoing and independent.  I want to just be free of the past and the people who keep hurting me by bringing those hurts to the surface...they need to know that my feelings can't be toyed around with and I'm in a new season of my life.  I will be happy someday...but when...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2455158735248111163-4642774270358850111?l=charitywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charitywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/4642774270358850111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2455158735248111163&amp;postID=4642774270358850111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455158735248111163/posts/default/4642774270358850111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455158735248111163/posts/default/4642774270358850111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charitywilde.blogspot.com/2009/12/not-happy.html' title='Not Happy'/><author><name>Charity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01798508935537918214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qYCttATr6E/Su2e6CW4mjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/tD5nJM6Y4JY/S220/grad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2455158735248111163.post-8044829631950115721</id><published>2009-11-11T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T08:16:18.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am my own worst enemy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;I'm sitting at my dining room table listening to music and trying to plow my way through this annotative bibliography and I am in the middle of crashing into a wall and I'm not sure when the recovering will start. I am full of doubts, questions, confusion, and hopes. I am loosing confidence in what I really want to do and I feel like giving up sometimes. My parents keep getting on me about things and remind me that college is not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;high school&lt;/span&gt; and I understand that. College is hard for me. Its something that I still haven't gotten used to. My dad says, "well maybe your not ready for college..." and I was like no...I have to do this...there isn't anything else for me to do...I'm not going to put off my education even more...I would be more miserable doing nothing. I'm not the best student when it comes to things, but when it comes to certain classes....I really want to learn and be apart of the class even though I may be shy...I really am interested and want to do my best...I don't want my best effort to be a C-. I feel pressure from my family to do this or to do that but its not exactly what I envision....well I envision changing the world and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; a little hard to do by yourself. I have to find what I want to do in life and just do it and find my own way. I want to help people and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; it...whatever the career be...it will be centered around helping people and doing right by them. I want to give others &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;opportunities&lt;/span&gt; and hope. I'm tired of being this shy person who keeps hitting the wall and is passive about so many issues. It needs to change and I need to make a plan and establish it and be proactive. I want to prove it to the people who doubt me and to the people who love and support me and for myself....because I truly am my own worst enemy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2455158735248111163-8044829631950115721?l=charitywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charitywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/8044829631950115721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2455158735248111163&amp;postID=8044829631950115721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455158735248111163/posts/default/8044829631950115721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455158735248111163/posts/default/8044829631950115721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charitywilde.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-my-own-worst-enemy.html' title='I am my own worst enemy...'/><author><name>Charity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01798508935537918214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qYCttATr6E/Su2e6CW4mjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/tD5nJM6Y4JY/S220/grad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2455158735248111163.post-7040812262325814243</id><published>2009-11-08T15:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T06:29:10.405-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is this thing called Love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#663300;"&gt;Frank Frank Frank....oh how your melodies soothe me...I am giving up. I am giving up on trying to like a person or thinking that someone likes me. I am tired of it all. My &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;self esteem&lt;/span&gt; has totally &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;plummeted&lt;/span&gt; to near not having any and I can not focus like I usually can. My heart is entangled in something of a mess and I do not know what to do. I wish I could be in my mid twenties...and be like Meg Ryan in You've Got Mail or Keira Knightley in Pride &amp;amp; Prejudice...they ended up with great men whole loved them completely. I want a man to fall in love with me like James Stewart in It's a Wonderful Life when George falls in love with Mary when she grew up into a young woman and she had been waiting there in Bedford Falls...gah...I am a mess at the moment when dealing with this situation. I don't know if I know how to be in a relationship or what...I need to make a life plan for myself and just go with it and know that God is there with me and that I will make a difference in someone's life. I know that I deserve respect from a guy and that I should give them respect. But he has to prove himself to me and he is going to have to be willing to be patient with my feelings and my emotions. I am terribly shy and opening up can be hard for me and lately I feel like I'm not sure what direction I should go in. Lately I'm starting to think I'm not so much of a great girl as everyone is telling me. It would be nice however to start hearing that from guys...and not girls...yeah I love my friends but it would be nice to hear that I'm good looking to the opposite sex and that they could see me as more than a friend...I don't feel beautiful anymore and I am doubting my self and my confidence is sucky. I'm really lost and I don't like it one bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2455158735248111163-7040812262325814243?l=charitywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charitywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/7040812262325814243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2455158735248111163&amp;postID=7040812262325814243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455158735248111163/posts/default/7040812262325814243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455158735248111163/posts/default/7040812262325814243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charitywilde.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-is-this-thing-called-love.html' title='What is this thing called Love?'/><author><name>Charity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01798508935537918214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qYCttATr6E/Su2e6CW4mjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/tD5nJM6Y4JY/S220/grad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2455158735248111163.post-1237569892616773943</id><published>2009-11-02T18:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T18:45:40.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AHHHHHHH!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Lately I've been feeling pretty blah with minor exceptions.  Let's look at a few areas of my life, shall we?  To start off with, I've been having problems with my stomach again...they were really bad then got a little bit better and now they are getting worse again.  I want to just take this stomach out and get a new one.  I am not sure what to do...well...my doctor said that I had to drink more water, exercise, and continually adding fiber to my diet and maintaining a balanced diet in which I eat throughout the day so I don't go hungry and things like that.  I feel like college has totally screwed that up...the whole food thing as well as my sleep cycle.  My bedtime is whenever the homework gets done lol.  As far as my classes go...art is going fantastic...I recieved a 94 for my midterm and have been getting really good grades on every assignment.  I love the people in my class and find it fairly easy to talk with them and to get to know them.  I have a lot of fun being in art.  I enjoy my government and history classes too.  I have the same professer for both and he is really good at teaching.  He demands participation from us and it is hard with me because I'm quiet.  It definitely affected my grade.  I get a's in both classes but today I found out I got a C+ because of lack of speaking up.  And then there is math class.  I absolutely dread this class and because of this class...I find math completely useless lol.  My teacher is boring and doesn't explain things very well...the only good thing about that class is that I have Jamie in it and it's nice to finally be able to talk to my brother and get to know him.  Now as far as relationships goes...I ended one a little over a month ago.  It was the best decision of my life thus far.  I am much happier now and I'm moving on to bigger and better things...though there is someone who has caught my attention and is hoping for the best...I want to give things time and just do what I need to do.  I've not been at church in  a  long time and I'm starting to wonder if I should fine a church to start going to...so if you know of one let me know please.  I believe God has always been faithful and He is continually.  Life is beautiful right now and I'm the happiest I've been in a long long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2455158735248111163-1237569892616773943?l=charitywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charitywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/1237569892616773943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2455158735248111163&amp;postID=1237569892616773943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455158735248111163/posts/default/1237569892616773943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455158735248111163/posts/default/1237569892616773943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charitywilde.blogspot.com/2009/11/ahhhhhhh.html' title='AHHHHHHH!!!!'/><author><name>Charity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01798508935537918214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qYCttATr6E/Su2e6CW4mjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/tD5nJM6Y4JY/S220/grad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2455158735248111163.post-5699046362745214180</id><published>2009-11-01T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T07:08:18.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiva</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;This morning I finally decided to get out the Kiva certificate for Kiva that Mr. Wood gave me as apart of my graduation gift.  The certificate was for $25.  I chose to give to Gloria Reyna Vasquez De Lima in Pucallpa-ucayali, Peru.  She is in her late thirties and she is a weaver trying to make blouses to sell.  She has a loan for $700 and I was her first doner.  I am so excited to see her business grow and to help others get their small businesses up and running.  I want to encourage anyone who can to donate, even if its a small amount.  Doing things like this makes me feel like I can affect someone in a huge way.  I know that if I was with a program with Kiva and I needed money for my small business that I would be completely humbled and grateful for someone believing in me.  I do have experience with a small business considering my dad.  I remember when we started out right at our house with my dad screen printing in the garage and laying signs all over the house to dry and having the Wilde Signs office in my bed room with my bed in the corner.  I remember the struggles and the joys that came with starting a business and even now that my fathers sign company has business all over the country, we still have hardships.  I appreciate what these people do and they are making a difference in their lives as well as their families and communities.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2455158735248111163-5699046362745214180?l=charitywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charitywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/5699046362745214180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2455158735248111163&amp;postID=5699046362745214180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455158735248111163/posts/default/5699046362745214180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455158735248111163/posts/default/5699046362745214180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charitywilde.blogspot.com/2009/11/kiva.html' title='Kiva'/><author><name>Charity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01798508935537918214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qYCttATr6E/Su2e6CW4mjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/tD5nJM6Y4JY/S220/grad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2455158735248111163.post-1797868798313626387</id><published>2009-08-03T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T18:21:44.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MCC FOR ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I am going to MCC.  I didn't want to but here I am...scheduling classes and figuring out how I'll pay for my classes since my FAFSA didn't come in on time.  I like to think back to all the things that I wanted to be...the career that would essentially define who I was as a person.  My first career that I wanted to pursue in the fourth grade was a teacher.  I went from that to things like a fashion designer...a entrepenuer...interior designer...art teacher...chef and now I'm coming to a great conclusion.  I have my career mapped out for me.  I will be studying to get a bachelors in Social Work and a minor in Spanish.  I want to do something that is going to help change the world.  I've always wanted to do something that will change the world and I feel this career that I'm going into will become my life and it will not only make others feel better about their situation in life, but I feel like my heart will be changed as well.   I need a job that will serve people and help them and encourage them to do what they love and get the help and love they need.  I want to impact people's lives and do something worth my time and devote to others.  I feel like the journey ahead of me will be worth it.  I want to be a stronger and more noble person after college.  As of right now...I'm timid and shy, easily intimidated, and insecure about a lot of things.  I need this adventure because I need to grow so that I step out of that box that I have been so comfortable in.  I need to feel independent.  I want others to reach out to me instead of me always wanting to reach out to everyone else.  I hate the way I feel because of what my parents might say to me...or my sister...or even my boyfriend.  It's not always that they criticize me and point the finger at me and shove my mistakes in my face, because sometimes they do...but I'm tired of that.  I don't like being that Charity who has a fear of everything...and who never wants to grow up...but that isn't the real me.  I want to be outgoing and exciting.  I don't want to be afraid of every little thing.  I am ready for the real NEW &amp;amp; IMPROVED CHARITY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2455158735248111163-1797868798313626387?l=charitywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charitywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/1797868798313626387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2455158735248111163&amp;postID=1797868798313626387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455158735248111163/posts/default/1797868798313626387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455158735248111163/posts/default/1797868798313626387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charitywilde.blogspot.com/2009/08/mcc-for-me.html' title='MCC FOR ME'/><author><name>Charity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01798508935537918214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qYCttATr6E/Su2e6CW4mjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/tD5nJM6Y4JY/S220/grad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2455158735248111163.post-3136871161177157348</id><published>2009-06-02T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T08:08:02.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;CURRENT STATUS: Graduated from Oakridge.  Dating.  No Job.  No license.  College?  17.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I don't think it's really hit me yet that I now have the rest of my life to be devoted to something...or may be many things.  There is so much that I want to do.  I feel like I will need a couple extra years in my life besides the how many ever God has planned for me.  I am a graduate.  The possibilities are endless.  I have the world at my feet, and I can do anything...so Mr. Wood says.  College = MCC.  No more Aquinas.  I am currently dating.  I find that it's exactly the kind of relationship that I needed.  Justin's the same age, I've known him since we were kids, and we graduated together....such a cool feeling.  I am tired of dating older guys.  They are too much for me and can really screw you up.  I feel so blessed in every aspect of my life.  I don't have a job however.  I don't know what will happen with that...but we'll see.  I still don't have my license which I will have to work on that as well.  And this is all at 17.  This shall be interesting....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2455158735248111163-3136871161177157348?l=charitywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charitywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/3136871161177157348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2455158735248111163&amp;postID=3136871161177157348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455158735248111163/posts/default/3136871161177157348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455158735248111163/posts/default/3136871161177157348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charitywilde.blogspot.com/2009/06/freedom.html' title='Freedom'/><author><name>Charity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01798508935537918214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qYCttATr6E/Su2e6CW4mjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/tD5nJM6Y4JY/S220/grad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2455158735248111163.post-4133993133596150111</id><published>2009-05-17T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T20:09:52.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's eleven o one and homework isn't done...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I have been freaking out because I need to have a really huge project done for tomorrow and it isn't half way done and my grade depends on it.  I don't know what to do because its late and I don't have much time tomorrow to finish and I feel physically sick.  I have four other assignments that need to be done, one needed to be done on Friday.  This is my last week of school and I am totally screwing it up.  I feel so overwhelmed but I can't just relax because I probably wouldn't graduate.  It's been a while since I posted a blog.  I felt this would help.  And I have so much college crap to deal with.  I am going to go to MCC instead of Aquinas for so many reasons.  I need my license and my mom won't get off my back about it even though it hurts my feelings....and all this makes me crazy and no one can really rely on me for stuff.....like church.....I never go anymore because I am sooooooo busy.  I hate it.  I just hope I can get through these next two weeks with grace, peace, and favor.  I hope my exams go good and I get college stuff figured out so I have a stress free summer.  I need to drive more but right now that is not what I'm concerned about.....now I have no energy to do anything else tonight.  I am drained.  God, please let me have a peaceful and smooth day tomorrow.  Amen.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2455158735248111163-4133993133596150111?l=charitywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charitywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/4133993133596150111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2455158735248111163&amp;postID=4133993133596150111' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455158735248111163/posts/default/4133993133596150111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455158735248111163/posts/default/4133993133596150111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charitywilde.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-eleven-o-one-and-homework-isnt-done.html' title='It&apos;s eleven o one and homework isn&apos;t done...'/><author><name>Charity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01798508935537918214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qYCttATr6E/Su2e6CW4mjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/tD5nJM6Y4JY/S220/grad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2455158735248111163.post-8623096763515361202</id><published>2009-03-03T17:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T18:36:26.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE IS.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Beautiful. Worship is beautiful. Life is beautiful. I am so in love with beauty. I have been in and out of a journey for the past several months.....and I have found myself. I have found who I truly am and who I want to be. I have found that I am beautiful. I realize that God is in control. I realize that things need to change. I have come to an understanding that forgiveness is a need in life. Hope is something we all need. We must reach out and show others hope, because we know what it feels like when we ourselves don't have hope, and we don't wish that upon others. My heart has been heavy like so many of you out there in this big ball of rock and dirt. I am patching things up with my family, preparing for new life this year. My brothers are getting married to two wonderful young women, and one is having a baby this summer, so I will officially be an Aunt Charity come April. I am fighting my way to get to college because I only have three months left and once I get out, I will be independent and away from my parents and sister. This will really be hard for me, but the way we are now is no good. My relationship with my sister and parents needs a break, a bit of elbow room. Speaking of college, I am moving in August to Aquinas College. I haven't even visited it yet but that is where I am going. I have been in a search of what I really want to do with my life....for the past few years it has gone from fashion designer to chef to art teacher and has now rested on youth ministry and I am going to major in Theology. For me, this is a life changing experience. I feel like God is leading me in that direction because I want to change the world and share my faith to the world and be involved. I have this heart and it's longing to do amazing and powerful things. I was made to love and that is what I shall do. Loving is beautiful. Sharing the works of Jesus Christ is beautiful and so is being selfless and humble. God has been moving in my life and it feels so overwhelming thinking about it as I am writing this because for the past so many years I have been in and out of struggles with my faith, friends, family, and relationships and now things are falling into place. I am in love with the beauty of God's creation. We live in such a beautiful place. But there are still so many ugly things, things that aren't God worthy. This is why I want to do my best to change those things and minister to the youth and give up selfish dreams for the works of God. I am so grateful for all the things people have done in my life and how they have helped me. I thank my parents for loving me, and believeing in who I am and never giving up on me. I am thankful for all of my teachers and mentors for guiding me in my education and knowledge. I am thankful for the young adults in my life, especially Kimburley Carlson, who I have known for about four years. She will always be my big sister. I remember when I first met her on the bus to Aquire the fire and I sat next to her and she had safety suckers because her mom was of course, being a mom and the picture we took, her trying to eat my popsicle and I drinking something and it was just so fun. She is like the quote Don Miller writes in Blue like Jazz, "Sometimes you have to watch somebody love something before you can love it yourself. It is as if they are showing you the way." Every time I see Kimmi, my face lights up and she needs to know that she has impacted so many lives. She is one of my bestest friends and I thank her from the bottom of my heart for listening to me. I am thankful for the people I have gotten to know throughout the years, the kids at school, youth group, close up, and through other friends, you have all made me who I am and I carry your stories with me. My heart has the greatest burden and that is making sure our hearts cry's will be heard and that lives get changed. I love all of you so very much. Thank you for all you do. God bless all of you. Have a great week and may the sun shine for you always even though there may be clouds above your head.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2455158735248111163-8623096763515361202?l=charitywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charitywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/8623096763515361202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2455158735248111163&amp;postID=8623096763515361202' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455158735248111163/posts/default/8623096763515361202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455158735248111163/posts/default/8623096763515361202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charitywilde.blogspot.com/2009/03/love-is.html' title='LOVE IS.....'/><author><name>Charity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01798508935537918214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qYCttATr6E/Su2e6CW4mjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/tD5nJM6Y4JY/S220/grad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2455158735248111163.post-8217018147395822776</id><published>2009-01-23T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T16:07:32.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOOD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ffff;"&gt;I am doing really good. And I hope you all are doing good as well. I started going back to church and I haven't missed a day. I've gone four weeks in a row and I am so excited. I think I can make a great change in our youth group. God is giving this will in my life and I love it. I feel like He is leading me again. I can pray again and I feel change, real change. I praise God for all He is doing. I am also going to start singing again soon. That is very exciting! I have missed it, because in the past eight months, I've only sung once. Pathetic. So life is getting started. College is in a few months and my purpose is being fufilled! God is good. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2455158735248111163-8217018147395822776?l=charitywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charitywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/8217018147395822776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2455158735248111163&amp;postID=8217018147395822776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455158735248111163/posts/default/8217018147395822776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455158735248111163/posts/default/8217018147395822776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charitywilde.blogspot.com/2009/01/good.html' title='GOOD'/><author><name>Charity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01798508935537918214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qYCttATr6E/Su2e6CW4mjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/tD5nJM6Y4JY/S220/grad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2455158735248111163.post-4991374355245641933</id><published>2009-01-02T16:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T16:29:59.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEPRESSION</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;At the moment, life sucks.  Number One: God.  I can't get close to Him for the life of me.  Praying is an obstacle in itself.  I feel alone.  I feel like there is an invisible wall, and there seems to be nothing holding me back, but there is a stronger force than I realize.  What have I become?  Who am I?  I am not the same person three and four years ago.  I was happy then, in a naive way.  I am not so happy.  I think because I know the truth to so many things.  God is the one thing that keeps me sane, and if I don't have Him, then what is worth living?  I am reading The Purpose Driven Life by Rick Warren, and I feel hope when I read it.  Number Two: Meaning.  Reading that book, I feel will set me on my way to find my meaning in life.  There is so many things I want to do before my life is over on this earth.  I don't want to be selfish, I just want to do something bigger than myself, and have it be something I love at the same time.  As of the moment I don't feel I am needed for anything, but somewhere out there, is a thought lingering in the air, a thought that says I am here for His divine purpose, that I am a beautiful person and I will be used in many ways.  Number Three: Sympathy.  I don't want to feel sorry for myself.  I don't want others to have pity on me.  I want help though, I want direction.  I want to scream at the top of my lungs, "Help me, I need help!"  I am scared.  I am so scared of every new thing that enters  my life, and all the old things in my past scare me.  I am a truly unhappy, uncontent person.  I am yet only seventeen years old, going through my mid life crisis.  Ha, how ironic.  Number Four:  Friends.  I have none.  No true friends that I can surround myself with.  No one from school can help fill the friendship void.  No one shares the same interests as me.  No one loves God so much as me at my school.  I feel absolutely alone, and destitute.  My heart aches for friendship.  I watch as other girls get invited to do things right in front of me, and they don't bother to ask me or to include me.  Apart of me has felt welcome at my school, for the first time in my whole life.....in my twelve and a half years of being in school, it was this past half year that I felt accepted the most.  I have spent years being bullied by kids, being humiliated, and for the first time I feel accepted by the kids I have grown up with my whole life.  I am just sorry that they don't know me, that we couldn't have gotten better aquainted because there is only five months left until graduation, and in which I may never seem some of them again.  And I am sorry that I didn't do what I could.  This fear has left me empty.  And it has left me hurt.  Who I am, is nothing as people see me.  No one knows how bad my heart hurts because no one asks.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2455158735248111163-4991374355245641933?l=charitywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charitywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/4991374355245641933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2455158735248111163&amp;postID=4991374355245641933' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455158735248111163/posts/default/4991374355245641933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455158735248111163/posts/default/4991374355245641933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charitywilde.blogspot.com/2009/01/depression.html' title='DEPRESSION'/><author><name>Charity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01798508935537918214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qYCttATr6E/Su2e6CW4mjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/tD5nJM6Y4JY/S220/grad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2455158735248111163.post-3034999239701459832</id><published>2008-12-16T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T17:26:52.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'>COLLEGE KID</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;It's official.  I am going to college next fall.  I got accepted into Aquinas.  I will spend the next four years of my life studying and majoring in Art to become a high school art teacher.  I want to minor in History or something else like that.  After getting my acceptance letter, all I could think was that my life was starting, it has officially begun and I am scared silly about it.  But my mind set is this, that I have been through many obstacles, and beaten them....and what ever comes my way now, will be a peace of cake.  I am a shy, dependent kid who is scared to do a lot of things.  But college is something I think I need to overcome this.  I feel like I will stumble and hit the wall, but I already have so it's not like my world will fall around me.  The only thing that I pray for is that I am able to stay close to God and impact the lives of teenagers.  I want to change the world, and that starts with young minds.  I have so much optimism and hope for the kids I know, and I want to mentor and shape them.  I am scared that I will run out of time.  I am scared that I won't have enough time on this earth to greatly impact it, and to share my heart and faith.  I do have confidence in myself that I will go places and do great things in what time I do have.  God is good and I must remind myself this.  When all else fails, there is a God who is loving, standing tall in the ruble as dust is settling on the broken structures considered chaos.  He rises above it all, and is a clear view in the distance.  This is what we all need to remind ourselves, because I think that sometimes we get too wrapped up in worrying.  We just need to relax and let God take the reigns....right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2455158735248111163-3034999239701459832?l=charitywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charitywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/3034999239701459832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2455158735248111163&amp;postID=3034999239701459832' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455158735248111163/posts/default/3034999239701459832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455158735248111163/posts/default/3034999239701459832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charitywilde.blogspot.com/2008/12/college-kid.html' title='COLLEGE KID'/><author><name>Charity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01798508935537918214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qYCttATr6E/Su2e6CW4mjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/tD5nJM6Y4JY/S220/grad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2455158735248111163.post-3669064826154009139</id><published>2008-12-01T17:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T17:36:31.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY SEVENTEENTH YEAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Today I am seventeen.  I am thankful for all the years that I have been on this earth.  I am grateful that I get to worship the God that I do, and no one criticizes me...and even if they did, I'd still be grateful lol.  Life is good now.  I am happy.  I am content.  Peace flows through these veins and I am The New Charity.  When you see me, it's like there is this glow around me.  lol...it's like I am iridescent.  There of course still those minor kinks that I must work out, like college, churches, adult stuff....but that is okay.  I am not worried about it, and if you are, then just breathe....and relax, close your eyes and focus on something that calms you, something that makes you happy....then you feel like your home.  It's a great feeling. I promise :0).  Don't ever doubt something because that means you don't have hope for it.  Everything that you do, do it with enthusiasm and hope.  It makes life and all that you do a lot more important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2455158735248111163-3669064826154009139?l=charitywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charitywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/3669064826154009139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2455158735248111163&amp;postID=3669064826154009139' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455158735248111163/posts/default/3669064826154009139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455158735248111163/posts/default/3669064826154009139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charitywilde.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-seventeenth-year.html' title='MY SEVENTEENTH YEAR'/><author><name>Charity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01798508935537918214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qYCttATr6E/Su2e6CW4mjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/tD5nJM6Y4JY/S220/grad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2455158735248111163.post-576149470113398755</id><published>2008-11-08T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T13:15:49.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOD IS GOOD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt; is good. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Amen&lt;/span&gt;. He is. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He loves me&lt;/span&gt; even though the mistakes I've made seem unforgivable. I am truly&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; humbled&lt;/span&gt; by this. He stands for&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; love, sincerity, joy, truth, peace, and all the good things in the world&lt;/span&gt;. I think of how &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;blessed I am&lt;/span&gt; to be here, able to spread these amazing traits to other people. It is my life's joy. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My heart&lt;/span&gt; is rejoycing. I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hope &lt;/span&gt;you are rejoycing too.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2455158735248111163-576149470113398755?l=charitywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charitywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/576149470113398755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2455158735248111163&amp;postID=576149470113398755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455158735248111163/posts/default/576149470113398755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455158735248111163/posts/default/576149470113398755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charitywilde.blogspot.com/2008/11/god-is-good.html' title='GOD IS GOOD'/><author><name>Charity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01798508935537918214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qYCttATr6E/Su2e6CW4mjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/tD5nJM6Y4JY/S220/grad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2455158735248111163.post-7509920056768981801</id><published>2008-11-04T17:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T17:39:53.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHANGE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I am single now. I have been for about a month or so. It was hard. For the first time, it was hard but now it isn't anymore. I realized things that I didn't before. I feel better off. It's like I see God at the end of this long road and I won't struggle anymore getting to him. Like my recent relationship was dragging me down. And it was for sure influencing me. I hated how I felt. I was sick. Emotionally and physically. Now I can heal after being through that and I feel that happening. I feel change. My heart is becoming different. I don't ache like I used to or feel burdens that would weigh me down, but now it's a different weight, I feel like I am getting anchored into the word and the truth of Jesus Christ and the Lord our God. I am still fighting but I have broke free from those chains. I sometimes feel pain. I sometimes think that marriage won't be available to me, like I used to. But it is different now, I am really accepting things for what they and will be. My heart is to follow God's will for my life. I want to move the streets. I want to be a Christian, a Christ-like Christian. Someone who loves unconditionally and understands and can help others. I want to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fulfill&lt;/span&gt; my purpose. I want to live! I want to be happy, and I want to be selfless. I feel like there is so much criticism on my part for the things I have said and the things that I have done. I am ready for my heart not to ache any more or to cry myself to sleep. I want to feel joy and praise God in good and bad. I pray love for the young man whose heart I crushed. I pray that he is blessed beyond belief and that he finds peace where ever he goes. I truly loved him and a part of me still does. He will always be a close friend. But I had to let go. I was being pulled down by waves. I was drowning.....and that is really scary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2455158735248111163-7509920056768981801?l=charitywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charitywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/7509920056768981801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2455158735248111163&amp;postID=7509920056768981801' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455158735248111163/posts/default/7509920056768981801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455158735248111163/posts/default/7509920056768981801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charitywilde.blogspot.com/2008/11/change.html' title='CHANGE'/><author><name>Charity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01798508935537918214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qYCttATr6E/Su2e6CW4mjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/tD5nJM6Y4JY/S220/grad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2455158735248111163.post-436736139215584427</id><published>2008-10-29T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T16:57:32.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AQUINAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I finally applied to Aquinas today.  Even though Mr. Patton thought that I was going to apply to Hope.  I feel like I am taking a big step and that I am starting to make my own decisions.  I want to major in Art teacher education and teach art for high school students.  I would love it if I could teach at Oakridge.  Then I am minoring in photography.  I am soooo pumped.  My goal with my future career is to keep these three things in mind:  I have to love what I do, I have to be good at what I do, and most importantly that it should help make the world a better place.  I think that teaching kids to open their minds to opportunities and different ways of looking at things can help shape them so that they can do something great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2455158735248111163-436736139215584427?l=charitywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charitywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/436736139215584427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2455158735248111163&amp;postID=436736139215584427' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455158735248111163/posts/default/436736139215584427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455158735248111163/posts/default/436736139215584427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charitywilde.blogspot.com/2008/10/aquinas.html' title='AQUINAS'/><author><name>Charity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01798508935537918214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qYCttATr6E/Su2e6CW4mjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/tD5nJM6Y4JY/S220/grad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2455158735248111163.post-1548967074005826114</id><published>2008-10-28T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T17:42:34.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UNBEAUTIFUL/UNSMART</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I feel unbeautiful and unsmart.  I realized this in first hour.  I saw a certain someone and thought, she is beautiful, intelligent, outgoing, and everyone loves her.  And I listened to everyone speaking and I felt like I was incapable of the knowledge being poured out into the silence.  I felt like I couldn't say anything intelligent.  I actually started to feel like this for a while.  I know that I need to pray about it and that I should read my bible and that I have to do this and that.  But I want to do something else.....but what?  I feel like dropping my first two hours.....that's horrible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2455158735248111163-1548967074005826114?l=charitywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charitywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/1548967074005826114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2455158735248111163&amp;postID=1548967074005826114' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455158735248111163/posts/default/1548967074005826114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455158735248111163/posts/default/1548967074005826114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charitywilde.blogspot.com/2008/10/unbeautifulunsmart.html' title='UNBEAUTIFUL/UNSMART'/><author><name>Charity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01798508935537918214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qYCttATr6E/Su2e6CW4mjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/tD5nJM6Y4JY/S220/grad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2455158735248111163.post-427183447938092150</id><published>2008-10-26T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T06:04:29.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CHURCH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I feel like I want to change churches. This thought came to me after my first time back to youth group earlier this month and then I haven't been back since. And I haven't been to Sunday services for a couple weeks. There are things that I love about Oakcrest and things that I feel aren't totally right. I just didn't feel welcomed anymore. I feel like when we go to church, everything we learned stays there, that no one gives us a challenge. We don't leave and apply these things to our lives, but I want that. I want to take something that I learn and share it with all of Oakridge or the county, and eventually the world. These are the things I want to do. I don't like the thought of the church being four walls, a box. I have this picture in my mind that the churches walls just fall and we are sitting outside in the open air, where our shouts of glory and praise aren't contained and everyone comes and hears the word of God and they don't feel intimidated by what the "reputation" of the church. So in conclusion.....I am going to look for a church that wishes the same things my heart does. I have to pray about it.....even though that's been hard for me to do for a while.....but I will break the wall. I will defeat the giant. Right David?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2455158735248111163-427183447938092150?l=charitywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charitywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/427183447938092150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2455158735248111163&amp;postID=427183447938092150' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455158735248111163/posts/default/427183447938092150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455158735248111163/posts/default/427183447938092150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charitywilde.blogspot.com/2008/10/church.html' title='CHURCH'/><author><name>Charity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01798508935537918214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qYCttATr6E/Su2e6CW4mjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/tD5nJM6Y4JY/S220/grad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2455158735248111163.post-7410948164073595640</id><published>2008-10-25T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T17:21:25.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SENIOR YEAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;It is senior year for me. It is all exciting and yet contains a void. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I find that I am lost this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Que the void.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;But I will get better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Because God IS good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2455158735248111163-7410948164073595640?l=charitywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charitywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/7410948164073595640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2455158735248111163&amp;postID=7410948164073595640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455158735248111163/posts/default/7410948164073595640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455158735248111163/posts/default/7410948164073595640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charitywilde.blogspot.com/2008/10/senior-year.html' title='SENIOR YEAR'/><author><name>Charity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01798508935537918214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qYCttATr6E/Su2e6CW4mjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/tD5nJM6Y4JY/S220/grad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
