I have been blessed to have found an outlet for the current of life, in my friendships. These women have adopted me into their hearts and named me their sister. They say the word so effortlessly and fill it with a grace that smooths out my broken edges and difficult ways. They have been the very sponges to polish my jarring weaknesses. They have been God’s hands to uphold me in the midst of trauma, loss, heartbreak, and pain.
Lately I have been thinking about how little I focus on the 2nd Person of the Trinity. Honestly it feels weird for me even to reference God as individual parts: Father, Son and Holy Spirit. The thing is when I think of God I normally think of Him as Father. I understand in my head… Continue reading Being Kind
Change is Good
So I got to finally hang out with my friend last night. We had been missing each other for months and it seemed like forever since we had our normal one-on-one at our favorite hangout: Panera Bread 😉. I had to re-arrange my schedule and even when other events emerged that day which threatened to dismantle our intended quality time I… Continue reading Change is Good
A Glimpse Into My Day
I leave class 30 minutes early because I finished my practice tax return in record time. The CPA teaching the class is impressed. I’m just grateful. Seeing as how I registered a month late for the class, I’m totally relying on Jesus for me to get up to speed on the material. As usual He’s… Continue reading A Glimpse Into My Day
Would Jesus Eat Doritos?
Before I started the vegan cleanse and decided to dive into the being whole and healthy thing, my roommate and I had an interesting convo. “Do you think Jesus would eat Doritos?” I asked, pretty much out of nowhere. “NO!” she responded shocked and appalled, “Jesus would NEVER eat Doritos! They are processed and add… Continue reading Would Jesus Eat Doritos?
At The Bus Stop
I have not caught the bus in YEARS. Thank God for that! Before I had my own ride, I can remember hopping 2 or even 3 buses to hook up with an old love just to spend a few hours together and catch those same number of buses back home (why was I not thinking… Continue reading At The Bus Stop