Tag Archives: God’s faithfulness

Sometimes To Stay Alive You Gotta Kill Your Mind

  I slung the diaper bag over my shoulder, along with my ebony Guess purse, the double set of straps weighing on my arm. James, the toddler Jake and I were babysitting over night, was all set and ready to … Continue reading

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Then, Now, and Later

The other day, I had the thought while brushing my teeth (this is optimal time for epiphanies) that if someone had told me about four years ago that I would end up going to college in New York City for … Continue reading

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Holding Onto You

I was driving to pick up Jimmy from school, and I was crying. I mean, I know I tend to cry about pretty much everything (I had the perfect cup of coffee the other day that tasted somewhere between heaven … Continue reading

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Good To Me

Mom and I were on our way to Gracie and Jimmy’s soccer game. “He’s just so good to you, ya know?” she said to me, her eyes on the road. “I mean, He’s been so gentle with you this whole … Continue reading

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The Poisonous Nature of Self-Dependence, and its sister, People-Pleasing

The sun beat down on my face as I stormed off down the sidewalk. I fought the desire to throw up at noticing the irony of carrying my Bible in my arm while also carrying so much hate in my … Continue reading

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In Light of Great Things

I sat out on the back porch of my home in the Shire, stopping mid-sentence in writing a prayer out to God in order to savor the weather, which was a clean sunshine and an even cleaner wind. The trees … Continue reading

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So Be It

It wasn’t the first time I’d sat on my bed at two in the morning, photographs and books and albums strewn across the surface of the covers. I’d packed up three boxes of books until I’d run out of packing … Continue reading

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