Finding Favor in His Eyes

+Getting Settled+

July 5th 2016 - 57 Days Left Til' Return to Paris

     After that horrific Chinese food, I started throwing up. No, just kidding, but it was an unpleasant taste, smell, and look! There was something that grandpa called 'sushi' and I decided I might as well try. I hate my gut instincts. Never again will I eat this American 'sushi'. Ever.

     I excused myself from the "delicious" dinner and Grandpa 'escorted me to my room', but more like help finding my room. He apprently forgot but, what could I have done?

     We were going to get the top room of the house, yipee! I dragged my suitcases into the room while my toes feel the new surface of maple hardwood beneath me. It was a cute room big enough for two.

     There was a bunk bed in one corner where the ceiling didn't go diagonally down, a cherry wood dresser next to it, a circular stained glass window, and to top it all off there was a dainty lace rug in the middle of the room. Posh, says a middle classer.

     I unpack my suitcases and place my many shoes including my favorite converse, a few boots and flats, along with my white sandals under the bunk bed. I carry my blouses, plaid shirts, and leggings to the top drawer of the dresser so I didn't need to bend all the way down to the bottom drawers. Yes, I'm that lazy. Don't judge. To late I know that you're judging, darn it!

     The top of the dresser had the famous arched mirror and a Beauty and the Beast rose. Well I mean like a rose in a glass vase. But that's the same thing, potato, potatoe.

     Blessy comes in the room and  litterally lands on the bunk bed with a soft landing. Gravity has not touch on this girl. Why so? She inspects the room left to right, wiggling her toes on the dark oak wood of the bunk bed.

     "Well, first things first. Dibs on lower bunk and top drawer." Blessy says deadpans.

     Blessy is also a lazy bum and scared of heights. I guess it runs in the family. Can't judge there, I think.

     "Oh well, sucks for you. I already got top drawer! Ha, loser!" I stick my tounge at Blessy just to mock her. Blessy just rolls her eyes knowing how childish I can be, but she smiles too.

     I go climb up the stairs to the top bunk which wasn't that bad since it was only three long steps. I figure I'll get used to it. I slump down and spread my arms a tad bit. I grab hold a pillow and hold it between my arms. This will be my hugging pillow. Yes, I do have a fetus position when I sleep.

     "Do you think that this was a good idea?" Blessy asks from below.

     "I don't know. We'll just go along with life's flow. Not much we can do now. Let's just hope for the best of it." I reply softly. I'm getting a bit sleepy, but I still need to unpack my other stuff.

     I get up and look down from my bunkbed. The height made me feel a little dizzy, but all I could do was get use to it. I look over at my suitcase still packed with the most unnecessary items known to man.

     I slowly climb down the ladder so I don't die because right now I don't trust myself for this certain situation. Going down ladders. Psshh, more like going down to a second to my skull exploding. Was that a bit morbid? Whoops. How about "Psshh, more like going down to sudden death.". Much better, I guess.

     I approach my suitcase and open the flap. There left were a few items I was forced by Mom to take such as two pencils, one pen, a journal, coffee mixes, and a comb. The other stuff left over were stuff that I actually brought on my own account. Shower cap, loufa, my sketchbook, a stuffed koala, and of course my hairbrush. I prefer hairbrushes over combs.

     I place all the stuff in their rightful areas and come back to the room from the bathroom. I am now extremely tired and ready to hit the hay. Before I do so, I get out the pen and begin to doodle a koala on my sister's arm.

     I brush a few brown stands of her so I could draw my doodle. I tried to draw slowly and with light pressure so my sister's eyelids wouldn't flutter open to revealing her hazel eyes. I couldn't help, but chuckle because one: Blessy makes these wierd pig noises from time to time and two: I'm being mischievous so I couldn't help it.

     "Well there may actually be use for you, afterall." I say to the pen. This was sad.

     I check my phone and see that it's 10:37 p.m. Yeesh! It's that late? Disreguarding the fact that I usually sleep at midnight. Time sure moves fast in America. I wonder if I accidently fell asleep on the bathroom floor... Gross.

     I climb up the ladders cautiously and set myself on the bed. I look up to see one of my sketches taped on the ceiling. I guess topbunk isn't so bad since I can do like Micheal Angelo and have a ceiling of paintings.

     The sketch was the Holy Bible which I painted purple. It reminds me that I need to pray before I sleep. Unlike my sister who never forgets to pray. I wonder if I can be that amazing. I'm suppose to be the older sister... I want to be a role model to my sister. But instead she's my role model. I frown.

     "Heavenly Father, thank you for keeping me and Blessy under your care. Thank you for blessing us..." This is where I start rambling like a pagent now. "...Guide us for tommorow and the days on. Thank you for being with us. Thank you for loving us." Then, I stopped and actually thought about my prayer. "Help us - I mean... I mean me... Help me to learn your word. Help me please... Lord. Help me to find favour in Your eyes Lord..." I wipe a tear from my eye and I quickly end my prayer with an "Amen".

     Why can't I just follow God. Everyone I know doesn't have a problem. Why's it only me that can't even worship God truly. I felt a sort of shame gather inside of me so I ferociously rub my eyes from the tears flooding my eyes. I just want to be part of something special. A place like your heart, Lord?

     I drift off to a blank abyss. Tommorow is the first day to the FFG program. I might as well make it count, if I can.

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     A/N Whoop~ Another chapter for you lovely readers. Thanks for the support!! <3 You bros are awesum! You should feel special for even reading my dumb book! Make sure to komment, share, and give a koalaity hug for that star! Now you know why Anya likes koalas... Author herself influence lololol... Tehe... God bless you all!!!
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