I realized in middle school that I really loved giving speeches. So imagine how tickled I was when I found out my freshman year, I was required to take a speech class. Don’t get me wrong–part of me actually hated having to get in front of my peers and talk about things I only sort of cared about. The pre-speech jitters were unavoidable. But I … Continue reading In the Flames
There was once a time in my life where I fretted incessantly about being someone I am not. It was yesterday. Truth be told, this time of fretting comes almost everyday until I mute it within my own mind or beat it out of my thoughts with the nuggets of truth I try hard to cling to. It is fed by the pictures my friends … Continue reading Running Races You Weren’t Meant to Run
Sometimes I wonder what people would say about us if they lived like a fly on the wall in our house, watching our everyday. I quickly realize I’m better off not knowing. Our home is my safest place, which means, it’s where I can be my ugliest. Sure, the no make-up, hair a mess, wearing-baby-puke-as-an-accessory kind of yuck. But also the ugly that an come … Continue reading What It Isn’t
I haven’t known an adult life where Jesus wasn’t everything. Yet truthfully, He hasn’t always been. He’s always been more of an afterthought, with moments of pure devotion mixed in. I have not been the Christian woman I thought I would be, but it gets better. When you’re young, it’s much easier to “be on fire for Jesus”. The more life hits you in the face, … Continue reading Changing Tides
When I walked out of that grave, it was like the world tilted, and I felt my heart beat for the first time. I knew nothing of what would come of me, but I knew Jesus. It didn’t matter if anything else made sense. But time ain’t so sweet. Where my world once tilted and turned at the sound of His voice, it now only … Continue reading Above the Grave
I am tired. Physically, spiritually, emotionally. Do you ever feel like there is too much to do, and you have no idea where to begin? I feel that. Heavy and annoying on my heart. So many things, ideas, dreams, and goals that I can not seem to accomplish simply because I don’t want to start. I don’t know where to begin. Since Rosie was born, … Continue reading And Yet
Quiet, girl. No one is waiting to hear from you. I look down to welcome the comfort of stress-related nail biting. You’re right. I should keep quiet. Quiet is good. I am a contemplative person. When the weight of a conversation rests upon a room, I willingly stay quiet so I can process. I don’t like speaking out of turn. I don’t even like speaking without … Continue reading Pep Talks: Speak Up or Shut Up
