Confessions of A Crazy Nut

As most you know, I am a crazy nut. I mean come on, have you met my family? I can't help it!

Everyone has confessions to make, whether they are crazy people or not.
Here are my confessions...

* I'm addicted to coffee--if it weren't for caffeine, I would probably drop dead right here & now, on this keyboard.
* Every once in a while, when I'm home alone, & I'm sure no one is watching, the little girl in me comes out & I skip around the house--just because. :P
* I get along with my mom. Yeah, you heard me right, this 15 year old actually likes her parents. Whoaaa now I'm really crazy.
* If my phone dies, the world as I know it comes to an end...
* I write songs:)
* I'm way too controlling sometimes..
* If I could speak only Spanish for the rest of my life, I totally would.
* So far this year, I've been to the ER for 3 people.
* They all turned out ok:)
* My Jesus is amazing.
* He must have some good running shoes if he's kept up with me this far;)
* I've been hurt..
* By my own self.
* I've hurt other people.
* And I've screwed up.

* But...

* My Jesus loves me.
* And I know that's totally cliche, but pretend its not. Because when you think about the fact that Jesus came & died for all of us, in spite of how much we hated him, suddenly that becomes a big statement.
* For pretty much all of last month, I was angry at God.
* We had 2 deaths in the family, I saw a little girl's life be turned upside down, and my grandmother has fallen into depression..
* I'm tempted to go down with her.
* But God is pulling me up. He wants me to sing, dance, & learn to smile again, in spite of what's going on.
* He saw me when I fell, he saw my anger, he saw my regret, my confusion, my..crazy nuttiness.
* And instead of saying, "Wow, she's a real mess. Who's next?" He listened to me. He dealt with me. He let me be the crazy nut I am, then he talked.
And...
He proved me wrong.
Another confession: I hate being wrong.
But this time, I was glad I was wrong. Because I thought I was done, that he'd given up on me as well as everyone else. I thought I had no choice but to go back and be the same person I was. But he told me that all of that wasn't true. He still cares about me, he is taking care of me. I don't have to watch my back, I can trust he's got this one.

And I love that:)
What are your confessions?