tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15720834417553019262024-03-12T22:55:27.840-04:00The Lord is My TeacherA safe place in the messy journey of life.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952740112389422077noreply@blogger.comBlogger72125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572083441755301926.post-47091439336611194332016-08-24T12:51:00.000-04:002016-08-24T12:51:51.503-04:00Can Beauty be Found in a Beast?I wrote a blog post in the middle of night a few days ago, hoping to empty some of the weight out of my mind. I couldn't sleep, and couldn't stop crying. No better time than the present, right?
The intent was simply to wish a goodbye to a sweet friend and get some thoughts down on 'paper'. I had no idea that the post would become my most viewed post of the six years Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952740112389422077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572083441755301926.post-8938256961562898752016-08-20T02:45:00.002-04:002016-08-20T02:45:56.943-04:00High Tops for GraceGracie,
I wish I could have just one more conversation with you.
But, honestly, I don't know how it would go if I were offered a chance at a conversation.
Let's be real though. If anyone should have one more talk with you, I wouldn't want it to be me. I would gladly give the opportunity to your sweet mama who carried you inside of her for nine months, and cherished you as you grew Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952740112389422077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572083441755301926.post-1454153193953899242016-08-04T13:57:00.002-04:002016-08-05T00:23:05.023-04:00Life Changes
As I head into another school year I just wanted to update everyone on where I am in life.
Tomorrow I start the journey back to school. I'll be a senior at Grace College in Winona Lake, IN. Lord willing, I'll be graduating on May 13th of 2017 with my Bachelor's in Counseling!
Jamie Tworkowski, the founder of To Write Love on Her Arms, says frequently, "We need one another.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952740112389422077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572083441755301926.post-63038941377431545432016-07-31T00:06:00.001-04:002016-07-31T00:06:36.379-04:00I am a Being- Part 3When searching to learn more about God, and seeking His heart in who He is, I have learned more about who I am. Many of these apply to you as well, so read on, my friend.
I AM:
No longer condemned - Romans 8:1
God's Daughter - Romans 8:15
Worth More than Rubies- Proverbs 31:10
PRAISED for Fearing the Lord- Proverbs 31:30
Powerful Through Words- Proverbs 18:21
Set Free- Psalm 146:Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952740112389422077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572083441755301926.post-56663274300647513522016-07-28T02:46:00.002-04:002016-07-28T02:50:00.668-04:00I am a Being- Part 2
I have told myself for too many years that I cannot bear weight. In my mind, I have not yet earned that privilege.
I too often find my identity in the wrong place. You see, I'm constantly searching. I want to know that I am enough, that I will be loved unconditionally, no matter how many irrational situations I come up with, despite my not so funny jokes, and my Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952740112389422077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572083441755301926.post-37919578305443946942016-07-26T22:24:00.002-04:002016-07-27T22:08:15.374-04:00I am a Being- Part OneI am terrified of dying alone. Of the thousands of things in life that scare me, I believe that I fear this outcome the most.
Hoping to avoid this, I have come up with numerous solutions to change what I sometimes see as an inevitable outcome.
I have taught myself the 'correct' way to interact with people. This practiced equation means that I care for others, loving on them and Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952740112389422077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572083441755301926.post-30688534162992500182016-07-26T01:33:00.004-04:002016-07-26T10:54:14.192-04:002016 is a FirecrackerOnce upon a time, I spent my New Year's Eve on a train, bawling and writing about my hopes and dreams for 2016 (check that out here).
Dang. It has been quite a year. I have learned, and grown, and lived through more than I ever could have imagined. I have no idea how to fit that all into a mere collection of letters, so I'll leave it at a brief explanation for now. I am Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952740112389422077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572083441755301926.post-81510044315970203152016-03-29T13:39:00.002-04:002016-03-29T13:39:46.066-04:00Honesty is the Best PolicyI want to preface this by saying that I do not think that blunt honesty is necessary or wise in every single situation. However, I think that many of us have fallen into the habit of stretching the truth, and not being very honest about our lives.
Before you get offended, please hear me out.
When is the last time that you honestly answered the question, "How are you doing?"
When you postAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952740112389422077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572083441755301926.post-5744165620406383682016-03-28T22:21:00.001-04:002016-07-26T22:35:13.715-04:00Show off Your StoriesPeople ask me about my tattoos often. I have many reasons for each one that I currently have, and for the others that I plan on getting.
Each of the three tattoos that I have tells a piece of my story. I've struggled a lot throughout my life with being vulnerable with other people. I love tattoos because they are conversation starters.
I love being able to ask people why theyAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952740112389422077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572083441755301926.post-63801011710741542872016-03-22T15:20:00.000-04:002016-03-22T15:20:49.794-04:00You Amaze MeToday I was reminded of truth.
Jesus prays for me daily.
That put me in a state of awe. Why would Jesus pray for me?
After the immediate awe, a flood of emotions filled me.
Disbelief, humility, grief, a weight- so many emotions all at once.
It seems insane to me that Jesus, who is more important than any celebrity that I look up to, would think of me, and mention me by name to his Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952740112389422077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572083441755301926.post-5423651070299941802016-03-19T23:55:00.000-04:002016-03-19T23:55:51.463-04:00Excuses, excuses.I tell myself that writing is hard.
I should check Facebook.
There are emails to answer.
I need to clean my room.
I'm not creative enough.
Other people can write better than I can.
Nobody reads what I write.
These are all excuses that I use in order to get out of doing what I love. How does that make any sort of sense? I love something... and avoid it.
That's perfectionism rearing it's Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952740112389422077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572083441755301926.post-75676697444768915582015-12-31T19:33:00.001-05:002015-12-31T19:33:14.845-05:00Masked by Words
I found this picture one day on Pinterest. I pinned it to a board and went on with my day. The quote screamed at me while I was scrolling through Pinterest today, My favorite mask to wear is one made of words.
"I'm fine."
"I don't need help."
"I'm just tired."
I'm not.
2015 hit me like a train.
This year brought beautiful, beautiful moments, but also lower lows than I Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952740112389422077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572083441755301926.post-42607166448081068782015-09-19T22:14:00.001-04:002015-09-19T22:14:05.912-04:00Grace for MeI struggle to give myself grace. I am a magnet for self-blame. If something goes wrong, I immediately think of how I am responsible for what happened.
When I saw this picture on Pinterest, it struck a chord.
How long would it take for me to name myself? Would I even get to myself before I ran out of things to list?
I have learned so much about grace and self-care the past Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952740112389422077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572083441755301926.post-22079897178883081642015-09-14T15:06:00.000-04:002015-09-14T15:06:07.404-04:00Monsters
And we became afraid of ourselves. We locked the closet doors that make up the partitioned rooms inside of ourselves.
We picked up our masks, the persona that we were confident, and that our lives are beautiful. Our lives an explosion of perfect, even better than could be imagined.
The monsters ruled our insides. Steadily they shredded the carpets, shattered the windows, Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952740112389422077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572083441755301926.post-16285412986575181442015-09-10T17:14:00.000-04:002015-09-10T17:14:56.234-04:00We'll See You TomorrowToday is World Suicide Prevention Day.
I can't even imagine the pain that some people are probably feeling today. I cry while watching movies and a character loses someone close to them.
Suicide leaves so many questions.
Was I a reason they wanted to leave? Could I have done something to ease the pain? Why did they choose for this to be the end?
We could keep going, but we need Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952740112389422077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572083441755301926.post-73511034295623801242015-08-12T23:46:00.000-04:002015-08-12T23:46:14.931-04:00Broken TogetherAs I worked with my faculty mentor and my co-student mentor in preparation for the incoming freshmen that we'll be working with, we put together a vision for the upcoming eight weeks. As I had scribbled down some notes in preparation the night before, I wrote that I wanted our group to be saturated by God and be broken together. It was one of those late night thoughts that just kind Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952740112389422077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572083441755301926.post-30524317321217729452015-06-23T20:26:00.002-04:002015-06-23T20:26:48.620-04:00IdentityYour identity is who you are.
Sometimes people base identity on what you say about yourself, sometimes on what others say about you or labels that are attached to you because of things that have happened, people you hang out with, or your interests.
We tend to find our identity in temporary things: families, friends, hobbies, likes, dislikes, possessions, successes, failures, Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952740112389422077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572083441755301926.post-68497344643383739432015-06-20T12:30:00.000-04:002015-06-20T12:30:01.229-04:00More Love LettersIf you ask me what I've been up to lately, I'll probably answer that I've been busy with work and homework, and then proceed to babble about an organization that I recently heard of.
The organization is More Love Letters and I couldn't possibly be more excited about being involved with an organization!
More Love Letters was started by Hannah Brencher in her search for God, an end to lonelinessAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952740112389422077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572083441755301926.post-78755108577474095362015-06-19T21:10:00.000-04:002015-06-19T21:10:42.206-04:00ExplosionsFor anyone who didn't know, I'm spending my summer as a custodial worker on my college campus. That gives me 40 hours of work for my hands, but maybe not so much for my mind. While working, I have plenty of time for thinking, and this week I've decided that I want to break my unintentional writing hiatus.
My blog, journaling, letters, and writing poetry are all ways that I express myself,Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952740112389422077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572083441755301926.post-16321947650671739202015-06-17T16:30:00.000-04:002015-06-17T16:30:00.321-04:00GoodbyesGoodbyes are the worst.
No matter how long you've known the person, and how strong the relationship is, goodbyes are always hard.
Goodbyes are especially hard when you're a young adult. Early adulthood is when there are a ton of changes. You graduate high school, go to college (locally or far away), start a career, make new friends, date- you know how it goes. Since everyone Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952740112389422077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572083441755301926.post-49357517786848533252015-06-16T16:00:00.000-04:002015-06-16T16:00:03.316-04:00Dry SeasonsDo you ever have periods in your life where it feels like everything around you is dying and that death is hurting you too?
Time is flying by for everything around you. The passing time is working it's inevitable results, and your surroundings are fading away.
The death that surrounds you seems to be sucking the life out of you as well. No matter how hard you struggle to get Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952740112389422077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572083441755301926.post-59219855802150669532015-06-15T22:59:00.000-04:002015-06-15T22:59:18.641-04:00Running HomeWhen I decided to move two states away from my family for college I didn't think it was that big of a deal. Eight hours can be driven in a day. We've driven further than that before, it will be fine. I spent six weeks away from home one summer. I don't get homesick.
All of these things I told myself to make the transition seem smoother as I moved on to this new stage of Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952740112389422077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572083441755301926.post-54162798399206308492015-04-27T00:34:00.001-04:002015-04-27T00:45:45.537-04:00Does God Like Me?I read a blog post that really resonated with me. You should click on the link below and read it too. http://dearhanna.com/2015/03/10/jesus-doesnt-like-me/What Hanna was sharing is so crucial to the foundation of any relationship, whether with humans or God. Unfortunately, it is also a very hard concept to apply to life. It can feel so easy to believe the lies, and continue in the false Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952740112389422077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572083441755301926.post-80763679501612655042014-08-20T23:56:00.001-04:002014-08-20T23:57:57.990-04:00We Are Not ConsumedLamentations 3:22 is one of my favorite verses right now.Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. (Lamentations 3:22 NIV)It can be so easy to get wrapped up in the struggles of life. The stress of change. The problems that can sometimes arise with other people. Whatever it is that you're struggling with, our struggles can seem very overwhelming. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15952740112389422077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572083441755301926.post-87018607189309774102014-08-09T22:43:00.002-04:002014-08-09T22:43:28.744-04:00Project Go RecapI spent the last month in Peru working as a part of Project Go.
During that month, I learned what it means to let your heart be broken for what breaks God's heart, saw some amazing places, gained another family, and learned a little bit more Spanish.
We worked mostly at a community center in Pamplona. Everyday we'd call the kids, and then do an afternoon program that is similar to VBS.
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