I write again now because of the promptings of the Holy Spirit. I am
overwhelmed by the thingsthat have happened to me in the last seven
months--well, it will be seven months tomorrow. But actually I need
to start at the beginning before Frees even began. Frees had been, at
this time, a budding thought form in my mind, but it had not been
formed yet. Back on Dec. 26 of 2010, I got a call from my best friend
Ray that had the potential to change my life. We had been talking
about moving in together, and he had decided shortly before this
fateful day that he wanted me to move down to Tennessee and live with
him. So he called me on this day after Christmas, and tells me that a
co-worker of his goes to the university that is very close to where he
lives, called Cumberland University. Ecton, the co-worker, is good
friends with the choir director there, and Ray had told him that I was
a good singer. The man said he would talk to the director and see
about me getting a scholarship. At this time we had just learned that
my grandmother had come down with throat cancer. She feared my moving
out of state, andas time went on and the cancer got worse, I think she
knew that I was eventually going to move. I wonder now what she would
say to me if she had the chance to talk to me. I think she would be
proud of nme, and I think that she is now looking down at me and
thinking that I have done well for myself. I moved to Tennessee in
June, and am now in school, on scholarships and grants--I did get the
scholarship that Ecton thought I would get--and I am studying music.
I am in two choirs, and could possibly go to Italy in the spring or
summer. I can't believe all the things with which God has blessed me,
and the graces that He has given me. I actually am humbled by the
gifts that I have been given, of which I am not worthy, but yet God
has deigned to give them to me in spite of my unworthiness, fully
expecting that I should use them for His glory alone. Yet I am still
a terrible sinner, given to bouts of impatience, intolerance and
pride, and I pray every day that He will take these things away from
me, leaving in there places only the light of His love for all
humanity, that I may reflect His love and that of His and our holy
Mother Mary. I don't know exactly where this journey will lead me in
this life, but wherever am I hope that I am deemed worthy to take
that journey taken by all of God's saints, the journey to Heaven. And
as part of what I consider not only a privelege but alsoa duty in
order that I should achieve that ultimate goal, I pray for all of you
who read this, and ask you all to pray for me. Now that I have a
computer of my own, I will write in more frequently, because there
will be much to tell, and many graces to obtain in the days, weeks,
months and years ahead. I love you all, and pray that God would bless
you with many good things.
Sarah
overwhelmed by the thingsthat have happened to me in the last seven
months--well, it will be seven months tomorrow. But actually I need
to start at the beginning before Frees even began. Frees had been, at
this time, a budding thought form in my mind, but it had not been
formed yet. Back on Dec. 26 of 2010, I got a call from my best friend
Ray that had the potential to change my life. We had been talking
about moving in together, and he had decided shortly before this
fateful day that he wanted me to move down to Tennessee and live with
him. So he called me on this day after Christmas, and tells me that a
co-worker of his goes to the university that is very close to where he
lives, called Cumberland University. Ecton, the co-worker, is good
friends with the choir director there, and Ray had told him that I was
a good singer. The man said he would talk to the director and see
about me getting a scholarship. At this time we had just learned that
my grandmother had come down with throat cancer. She feared my moving
out of state, andas time went on and the cancer got worse, I think she
knew that I was eventually going to move. I wonder now what she would
say to me if she had the chance to talk to me. I think she would be
proud of nme, and I think that she is now looking down at me and
thinking that I have done well for myself. I moved to Tennessee in
June, and am now in school, on scholarships and grants--I did get the
scholarship that Ecton thought I would get--and I am studying music.
I am in two choirs, and could possibly go to Italy in the spring or
summer. I can't believe all the things with which God has blessed me,
and the graces that He has given me. I actually am humbled by the
gifts that I have been given, of which I am not worthy, but yet God
has deigned to give them to me in spite of my unworthiness, fully
expecting that I should use them for His glory alone. Yet I am still
a terrible sinner, given to bouts of impatience, intolerance and
pride, and I pray every day that He will take these things away from
me, leaving in there places only the light of His love for all
humanity, that I may reflect His love and that of His and our holy
Mother Mary. I don't know exactly where this journey will lead me in
this life, but wherever am I hope that I am deemed worthy to take
that journey taken by all of God's saints, the journey to Heaven. And
as part of what I consider not only a privelege but alsoa duty in
order that I should achieve that ultimate goal, I pray for all of you
who read this, and ask you all to pray for me. Now that I have a
computer of my own, I will write in more frequently, because there
will be much to tell, and many graces to obtain in the days, weeks,
months and years ahead. I love you all, and pray that God would bless
you with many good things.
Sarah
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