This was saved in my drafts from 2013

There's only a few people that don't know I'm afraid of stuffed animals.
But not this kind

they're soft and cute.
Rather, real stuffed animals; animals that are dead but look alive. There's no reason per se...just something that's always been. This past week I read a blog on GoTandem titled Fear.
The blogger begins the article with a list of his fears, to test the theory "love is opposite of fear." It included plausible things like deep water and his wife passing away, and follows with "I do think that what I fear says a lot about where my heart actually lies."


It is now the beginning of September. In the time I began this blog and now, an incredible amount of change has taken place. I hadn't logged onto my blogging account in about four months (partly due to the fact that I forgot my log in), and now I wish to finish what I've started here about this fear.
I lived in Point Lookout, Missouri for 6 weeks over the summer as a student at College of the Ozarks during the 2nd 6 week summer work program. I was a banquet caterer and learned fine dining etiquette.

 

(And I was also a chef for a day)

 

 

 

I decided to come home at the end of the 6 weeks. I am now a Para educator at my sisters' elementary school and I am preparing to take classes online. I have never thought of myself to be in the job that I am but the Lord is gracious and provides.  God has brought me to a place of peace.