Tag Archives: God

Making Much of Whom?

I’m beginning to accept the fact that I cannot open any electronic device without being flooded by opportunities… to increase my followers, to develop my personal brand, and even to generate authenticity in my virtual presence. All of a sudden my days are measured not in simple things like coffee spoons, but instead by posts…

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Permissible vs. Beneficial

* Published in Deeply Rooted Magazine, Spring 2017, Volume 11.  I grew up in a family with a high standard of modesty. I descended the stairs each morning hoping that my outfit would merit fatherly approval. But on at least a bi-weekly basis, I would be sentenced back upstairs before my foot could reach the…

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Beauty in Becoming

I grew up with a Father who is equal parts retired football coach, eternal optimist, and dad. As his firstborn and only daughter, there were no bounds on my perceived potential, and he instilled in me the belief that I could accomplish whatever I set my mind to. This mantra made the slightly-abnormal athletic quirks,…

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Repute

School starts tomorrow. It’s crazy to think how much planning, anticipation and build up centralizes on the first day. This particular first day is special because I can’t think of it without remembering the first day last year. Around this time a year ago, (confession: it wasn’t quite on the first day of school, I…

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Europe

There are specific moments, they only come about every so often, where time seems to temporarily stop and I find myself asking, ‘How on earth did I get here?’ In the past year, I’ve only had two of these moments: The first was when I was inching along in rush hour(s) traffic on Mopac (my…

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Africa

Today I finished another journal. When I finish a journal I like to look back at the first page’s date and see how much time the journal covers. I like to think of one or two sentences or lessons that sum up each month (yes, this is further indication that I suffer from chronic literary-mindedness…

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