For all of those who don't know, I'm currently living alone. That's probably a weird thing to hear from a fifteen year old, but it's true.
In November my "father" [non biological male caretaker] died, leaving me with my mother. That would have been all fine and dandy, had she not been diagnosed with stage four ovarian cancer a month later. It wouldn't have been that bad, had she been employed and had medical insurance to go to the doctor with... anyway...
On december 27th, she had surgery to remove the cancer, but it spread, so it's still pretty bad. I don't see her a lot lately. Between surgeries and recovery time, chemo... she pretty much lives at the hospital..
And now I'm alone, in my house, the week before finals ... and the power goes out.
I've been doubting my faith in christ more and more lately. I don't know why, but I feel myself more and more becoming one of the seeds described in Mark 4:16... the one that takes root, but doesn't sprout. I want to be a follower of christ who is dedicated and devoted forever... not just until the times get tough...
but it's so hard... please pray for me...