Where I Must Begin (For the Curious)

In order for some of the subjects I may talk about to make sense, here's a little basic basic information you're welcome to help yourself to.

Name: Adrianne (Sorry, no last names)


Age: 19


Birthday: April (hence the username)


Hometown: None. I'm a military child, daughter of two recently retired Navy Commanders. We were last stationed in DC so my dad could work in the Pentagon, but when he left, we never did. My family and I are still in the Greater Washington DC Metro Area.


High School: Graduated from James Hubert Blake High School in June of 2010, which I attended for 3 semesters. Before, I had been attending John F. Kennedy High School for 5. Terrible place for an adolescent caucasian female (let's just leave it at that).


College: For the fall semester of 2010, I began my undergraduate studies at Liberty University in Lynchburg, Virginia, first largest Christian college in the world with 12,000 residential students and over 60,000 students total. In the month of October, on my exact half-birthday (makes remembering the date much easier), I experienced a time in my life I now call the event. Many things happened seemingly instantaneously, so I am now at home with my family, riding out the next two years at the community college with a couple old friends from high school. I'm studying as a Television major, which I am very enthusiastic about. Oh, and do not fret, I will describe the event later. It's so long it needs its own entry.


Family: My nuclear family has 5 members including me. I am the oldest of three, and also the only girl. I had to break down my mother and basically pave the way for my brothers, since 1) I was the oldest and they had to test all their parenting techniques on me, and 2) being the only female, these techniques were extremely strict and, in all our opinions (excluding my mother's) way too strict. My parents are still together, thankfully.

Beliefs: I'm a Lutheran, a sect of the Christian Church. By the way, sect is not a bad thing. It's not a synonym for cult. Google it if you don't believe me.

Notice how I called it my "beliefs" instead of "religion". I don't bother with traditions or simply going through the motions. I have a personal relationship with my Father, which I cultivate by praying daily, reading the Bible, and trusting in Him to guide my life and actions. Sound silly? Well, I've been through a lot, more than you will ever understand fully through this blog alone. My faith has been threatened every minute of every day, but when all went wrong, when I was truly alone, when I was as close to the ground as I could go, defeated, and robbed of any sense of pride, I went to Him. No relationship in my life will ever be as important. I have been saved. I have been been blessed, healed, and cared for in a way that no human could ever support me. I am loved. Through my trials, I have come to grasp it much more fully than I could have had my story been simple and smooth. Don't blame me of being brainwashed. I've explored all my options, and questioned myself enough to drive one crazy. What I have found in Savior is true. You don't have to agree with me. Just understand that patronizing me will do nothing. I stand by His support alone, not by the judgement of people.

There is plenty more to me, of course, but that will all come in time. I'll find my words another day.