I am a piece of clay-currently, constantly being molded into who I am today and who I will someday be. I am a wife, mother, daughter, sister, and friend. Sometimes I feel torn between all these roles, constantly trying to finding a medium to please all. However, I am often reminded of who I am first and foremost. I am my Father's Daughter. It is the role in which I can strive to be the best in all the others.
My passion is ...
living my life to the fullest and to be a shining light.
I know too much about ...
being anxious.
My parents always told me ...
to look to God for all my answers.
My childhood ambition ...
to be a counselor.
My favorite memory ...
growing up on farms and learning to work hard.
Why I write ...
because it makes me feel good.
What I am reading/watching/listening to ...
the Bible, Survivor, and music.
My first job ...
sales clerk.
My best moment ...
having my baby boy.
My inspiration ...
is Jesus Christ.
Pouring rain hit the ground so hard it bounced off the unbeaten path directly back on to their faces. The large oak trees provided no cover from the wind and their swirling branches only made travel more difficult. The six of them had been running for three miles now, and the dogs were getting closer. They could almost feel the teeth reaching for their ankles. Barks and snarls made their ears ring. The moon was their only source of light; yet during most times the rain clouds blocked it from sight. It was almost certain someone would come looking for the runaways, however; none anticipated...
More..Brenna Erickson
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