Kim Kardashian

okay. so i wasn't sitting on Santa's lap. I was sitting in my little silver Fit- having a fit. I cried almost the whole way home today. Thank the Lord for Marc Jacobs who made me a beautiful pair of RED sunglasses that hid my RED crying eyes. I was a mess. Just a mess. I did just horrible on my finals today.  One in particular. I sat there in traffic reflecting on this year of school that just went by.
It did go by fast.
So fast.
I was reminded of Esther in my car. Queen Esther.
I imagine she looked something like Kim Kardashian.

Yeah. She looked just like that. (Minus the implants)

So, whether you know the story of Esther or not I am going to tell you a few things about her early life. 

First. She was an orphan. NO mom. NO dad. Abandoned. Dang. 

Second. She was raised by her cousin. Male cousin. Think about one of your older male cousins RAISING you. Probably not the most ideal set up. She was a girl. A little girl. Like a million years ago in somewhere like Pakistan or India or one of those countries. We will just call it the East for the sake of me having google where King Xerxes ruled in that day. Oh Its probably persia.... that place is filled with beautiful women. yeah. I bet it is Persia.... Kim looks Persian.... I don't know much about her but I think she is persian.I am glad that i found this type with the line thru it. yeah for blog stalking.

So this is what I am thinking about while in my Fit. Not all the other things. Not that she became Queen. Not her royal robes or the banquets or how beautiful she was. I was thinking on the hard times. The beginning. I was thinking that she had no clue that she would one day be Queen of the East. okay. not saying AT ALL that i am going to be a queen. wait....queen's are in Europe right? England...i should have paid more attention in history then i would know where XerXes ruled and where they have queens. i should capitalize Queen. so lets just say i was a Queen. that would mean that i would have to marry a wealthy european man.......hmmm. something to pray about at least. 

this could be my home :)

Back to Kim.

I mean Esther.

Wait..no me in my Fit.

So...the moral of this story is that while her life seems to be falling apart, the LORD was working it out. It was all a part of the story. The story!!!!! 

I was reminded of MY story. 

This day in my life. This page of the story. Is for a reason. If I failed my exams and get kicked out with student loans and some expensive instruments that i won't be able to use and still no place to live and no money yet gently dismissed from the Dental Hygiene program then it will not be the end of the world. 

WHO KnoWS???

That is what Mordecai, her cousin,  later says to Queen Esther about her queenship. 

 4:14...

"....And who knows, you may have been chosen Queen for just such a time as this"

that was in reference to her saving the Jewish people from extermination. WOW. I bet that never in her early years she thought she would be in such a position. 

I doubt I will be Queen but I do know that my story will be told. I do hope that at least one life will be rescued and encouraged. Thru the series of events that have occurred this past year and this upcoming year, pages will be written and chapters completed. 

Who knows GOD DOES!!!!!!! maybe I had this terrible year for _____________________. 

Dear Lord, I thank you for that which I cannot see. I trust you. Thank you!!!

yeah, beautiful necklace...hahaha.