This past week I've been dealing with name calling. Of course when you have Hannah as a name that doesn't help. What people done understand is that kids in school would always call me something. They would always rythem Hannah with something. It used to make me so mad. When my teachers started to call me Hannah banana I couldn't really get mad at them so I got used to it. I don't mind nicknames at all but when you keep on calling me it over and over it gets annoying. Especially if it's a dogs name. Another thing I've been dealing with is freedom. I'm 18 and my only friends I have are at church. I barely get to hang out with them. :/ I Barely get to do anything. It's always work, home, and Church.Not saying I don't love church because I do. But wish I was able to do more. Last night was horrible and this weather doesn't help. I got home from church and there was tension in the house already. Things were awkward. I was trying my best to be happy. But knowing all your friends are hangin out and talking and your home cleaning(only one cleaning) its a bummer. But I know it's life and Im responsible and have to do it. So I was getting over that. I have a scar on my leg since oh gosh like third grade. I've been shaving my legs since like 5th grade. Never once had a problem with shaving and my scar. Well last night I manage to cut my scar. How in the world did that happen. No clue. It was bleeding bad, now only a little little bit. I put a bandaid over it. Then my little sister wanted me to cut her bangs. I thought yea sure this is what field I want to go into ( missionary too!) so sure! Well everything was going great until someone in my family started to freak out. They were saying stuff like Oh my gosh they are so uneven. You should went to school first. Stop right now because you mess them up even more. I lost it. I already had my little sister pray for me before I started to cut. I was like seriously?! I ended up stopping and going into the bathroom and crying. My mom finished the rest. So by this point I had the name calling in my head, and now I just got put down. We are all human. We are going to get put down and get called names. But the beautiful thing is theres someone who loves you, who loves me! So much that He gives us names too! Like Child of His, Chosen,Loved! Accepted, and many many more. I thank you Father that when I don't feel accepted and love, you do. Your the perfect father! God I love you so much. No matter what You always love me and are there for me no matter what! Your a wonderful God. We are always going to get hurt in life, if we choose too!   If  I could have done one thing different last night I would have chosen it not to bug me. It's hard I know espically when it comes from someone who you love. But you just have to say you know what I'm better than this because my God says I am. And I forgive that person because it's what God says to do. 

I love you Father God. Thank you for comforting me and loving me.