Tag Archives: the hard stuff

Battle Buddies

It was as I was driving to Khalida’s house, after spending some time at the Starbucks off Walter Reed Rd. praying for Anna and for the people God desired to reach through her, that I became overwhelmed by yet again … Continue reading

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Let You Down

Ah, yes, there I was, yet again sitting in my car, crying. It’s in these moments I wonder what my emotions think they’re doing, just spilling out of my eyes like that. So, there’s a song from Glee (I was … Continue reading

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Do Not Be Anxious

I dropped Anna off at her house after Tuesday night Bible Study. It was late, and raining. I was still all crusty from going to Zumba with Sarah before Study. And I hadn’t heard from Jake in a while. As … Continue reading

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Trial Is The Sieve For Sin

I sat in the dimly lit living room, with Dog, the German Shepherd, cuddled up next to me, as I tried to finish the many mini-assignments for my online History class. All of the family with whom I presently lived … Continue reading

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Don’t Stop the Madness

  As I sit down to write this post, I’m mentally running through how each group of people reading this may or may not respond to whatever I write. Some of the imagined responses contribute to my pride. Others contribute … 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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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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