Monthly post :)

I can't believe we're already half-way through the year! I want to try putting out one of these sort of monthly updates, probably on the last day of the month.

     May was an exciting and fully packed month, between work, school, church, and babysitting. But it was full of some adventures as well.

     I had an orthodontist visit today and they said we could start calling and setting things up for my last dental surgery! Which I am super excited about because this has been a long journey that I am looking forward to seeing the final product of.

     My highlight of the month was spending a few days down in Windsor Colorado with my mom visiting my brother and his wife. The Set Apart Girl magazine my sister-in-law works for was having a weekend conference focusing on true joy. The conference had a lot of great points a key notes I may share sometime next week. But it was refreshing to get some quality time with my brother and especially his wife.
     We spent Friday and Saturday at the conference, but Sunday evening we hiked one of the mountain trails to watch the sun set. Then on Monday we spent the day driving and hiking up to 12,304 feet above sea level! Sadly it was pretty cloudy, but it was still a gorgeous view in areas. Then Tuesday we just spent time together then flew home.
   
     I also finished High school this month 😅😄. It feels amazing to finally have it over with and being able to move on to the next stage of my life. I'm pumped to see what God has in store!

     I should really stop writing these so late 😂...anyway, here are some pictures from my stay in Colorado. Love you guys, goodnight!

 

Happy Mother's Day

          It's Mother's day, the day everyone should tell their beauty-full (yes, I know it’s spelled beautiful, but I prefer this spelling ;-).) mothers how much they appreciate them. Now, I'm sure most of you can agree with me that mother's day should be everyday, here are some reasons why I love my mom, and why mom's in general win at life.

          I'm pretty sure my mom isn't fully human, and I don't mean that in a creepy or bad way. This woman has worked 12-14 hour (usually graveyard (night) shifts for as long as I can remember, and still found the time and energy to raise 5 kids. And I can’t speak for my brother’s but I had a pretty a happy, fun packed childhood, and she took me to almost all my medical appointments (small shout-out to my other super parent for having her back, love you dad 😉💕). Oh, did I forget to mention she home schooled all of us as well? She can somehow survive on maybe 5 hours of sleep...I can barely function with 9! Like I said, superwoman.
          If you've ever hung around my mom and I at the same time, you've probably heard us make an odd sound, face, or unrelated comment and burst out laughing. I'm pretty sure her cackle is my favorite sound in the world, so I do everything within my comical powers to make her laugh, which includes silly little things that don't even make sense to us half the time; but, it makes her laugh, so I'm not planning on giving them up anytime soon.
           I got my permit in January (2018), and driving with my mom has been a plethora of emotions. Side note: Bless every single person/parent that has lived through teaching someone to drive. The first few weeks were not easy for either of us, but I think she handled her “freaking out” moments pretty well.

           I was talking with my pastor about how amazing mom’s are, and I was truly inspired by how much my mom (and probably most other moms) does; takes care of me when I’m sick, buys me everything she can afford (within limits), the laundry and dishes, and so much more I probably don’t even know about.
           I also mentioned that single moms are a whole other story. They do the work of both parents, which, I can't even fathom. Good job you strong, beautiful women who may have worked multiple jobs, take your child(ren) to every event and doctor appointment, and being able to fill both roles 👍👍.

          One of my favorite memories with my mom was my 13th birthday. Her and I took a trip down to Depot Bay and stayed in a tiny, tiny house called Cottage Breeze, we took walks on the beach, watched Golden Girls and laughed the entire weekend. It may not seem like much, but at the time our family had just moved, and was going through a bit of a rough patch. So being able to get away with my mom, and just laugh and goof off was the best thing of that year.

          What’s your favorite memory involving you mom? Or one of the things you love most about her?

          Here are some beauty-full pictures of my beauty-full mama.

2016; getting ready to go square dancing.

2003

2015; Hike up Multnomah Falls with Maggie and my mom for my birthday.

        

 

My Story

          As some of you may know, I love writing and at the moment I'm in the process of writing a couple different books, one of which is my autobiography. I probably won't be publishing it for a few years, just because I want more to happen to make it worth publishing, lol. The first chapter is the testimony of how I accepted Jesus into my heart. If you want to read the full version feel free to email me, but I'll just put out the cliff notes version for now ;).

          Growing up we were a family that went to church, but I saw God and Jesus as a kind of fairytale. I didn't think it was fake, but it was just something I was taught, it didn't become real to me until I was 14. Things started changing at the end of 2011:
          Our landlord was selling our house so we had to move within a couple months. A family friend offered us a place to stay, but some construction was required. Moving, in and of itself can be stressful enough without the added pressure of building what you're moving into.
          My mom was home schooling myself and my four older brothers, with the help of Portland Bible Colleges' home school program. But the program was shutting down, and our "home-room teacher" was retiring. So my mom would have to find another way for my me and my last in-school brother to graduate. Along with this (and moving) the long time friend, and lady my mom was working for/taking care of passed away. All of this happened over the period of a few months, and around Christmas. My mom took it all pretty hard and emotionally withdrew, which was hard for my 12 year old self to see and deal with.
          In retrospect: My emotional state had started to decline as soon as we began the move, and things just kept getting worse. I didn't have the spiritual tools or general knowledge on how to deal with my emotions: Anger, pain, sadness, fear. So I resorted to silence. I kept my thoughts for my journal, and never allowed myself to cry around other people. If anyone ever asked, I was "fine."
          I spent a lot of time with my mom, and felt like I had to be there for her, and push down my own, what I felt were irrational, problems. Though both my parents (especially my dad) always reassured us that we could  come to them with anything at anytime, but I was 12 and didn't know exactly what my problems were, I just had feelings, and didn't think talking about it would help. The suppression of my feelings lead to me feeling nothing at all.
         Masters School of Art (MSOA) was my safe haven, it was where met my best friend (and non-blood sister) Maggie, she was the sunshine to my cloudy, gray life; always reminding me to look on the bright side. After going there for 3 years my dad informed me I could no longer attend. It hurt, but a part of me somehow knew it was for the best. I didn't think things could get much worse...but roughly four months later Maggie informed me she and her family would be moving to Southern Oregon, Bend.
          After I helped them move, my anger and sadness increased. I had just turned fourteen and I didn’t really want a new spiritual atmosphere, but was in desperate need of one. At this point it was just the youngest brother, me, mom and dad at home. So my mom decided to look for a new church. On March 23rd 2014 I set foot in Victory Faith Church (VFC), and everything inside of me prayed this intriguing little church would change my life. That prayer has been answered in more ways than I could have ever fathomed.
           At the time I didn't really notice my depression until I started hanging out with people from VFC. They weren't just happy, they were joyful. I noticed the difference, and I wanted it. I wanted something better.
          Summer of 2014 I went to youth camp and accepted Jesus as my Lord and Savior, for what I think was the first time (And had a miraculous healing along with it, but I'll save that story for another day 😉). I found my hope in life; not just a religion, or fairy tale, but the start of a relationship. Before and after this camp I began asking questions, and digging into what I believed.
          It hasn't been cupcakes and rainbows since I got saved, there have been plenty of struggles. But I'm learning, and I know my Baba, and church family have my back.

           So there you have it, there is the simple version of my history, leading up to how I found my purpose in life. I'm going to try posting once a week, I can't promise a specific day, only because my work schedule varies. If I run out ideas, or start a series/theme, I'll probably send out a monthly update, with a general synopsis of major and minor events I had happen in the month.

           Here are a couple series I have in mind, what do you guys think?
               - Inspirational Mondays: I could post some of my art or favorite quotes and bible verses; things that get me through rough days.
               - Let's talk TV: I have watched a LOT of movies and TV series in my 18yrs of life...if anyone is at all interested in my favorites ;)
               - Testimonies: Sharing some of my experiences from youth camps and other Jesus moments.
               - Writing: I have a few short stories I've written and want to write, I also have a few books I love that I could give my thoughts on.
               - About myself: My dreams for the future, and/or my medical history. 
               - I don't think I'd want to do a series, but I have some photography stuff I could share as well.

           I'm thinking about doing one of these for a while (until I run out of content) then switching to something else, or rotating between them randomly. I could really use some feedback on this; I want to write about stuff people want read.
           Anyway, love you guys, it's late...I'm going to bed. Good night! :)

Welcome!

Thanks for checking out my blog! It's not much yet, I'm hoping it will get better with time ;).
I've been thinking about starting a blog or Youtube channel for a while, I hesitated because I couldn't decide what I wanted to talk about, and because my vocabulary and grammar aren't the best (as you've probably noticed). But I think you have to start somewhere to learn or grow; so here we are!

Behind the name: Though my real name is Heather, Molly Hobbit is an alias my dad and I created when I got my gmail for a reason I can't remember. Molly is the name of my dog (basically my child), and a few friends have made jokes about how we live in a "hobbit house", so the name Molly Hobbit was formed, and it stuck.

What this blog may include: I still haven't settled on a specific topic so I'll probably share some on my medical background, testimonies from youth camp and life in general, and things I'm passionate about i.e; teaching, writing, movies, traveling. To sum it up, expect anything lol.

Some other stuff you may want to know: Yes, I do use the acronym "l.o.l" and smiley faces. I'm a light-hearted person for the most part and I know how people can assume a rude tone when reading texts or emails, so I like to let people know I'm not upset by adding one or the other, or both. But typing "haha" seems awkward and slightly sinister.

So yeah...welcome to my blog! :)
Also, please feel free to suggest what I should write about next or ask questions.