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    Blessing in the Wrestle

    “Jacob was left alone, and a man wrestled with him all night until daybreak. when the man saw that He could not defeat him, He struck Jacob’s hip socket as they wrestled and dislocated his hip. the man said ‘let me go for it is daybreak.’ but Jacob said, i will not go unless You bless me.’ ‘what is your name?’ the man asked. ‘Jacob,’ he replied. ‘your name will no longer be Jacob,’ the man said, ‘it will be Israel.” Genesis 32:24-26 Somehow, somewhere along the way we’ve taken on this notion that in order to be a “good Christian” we better sit there nodding our head with the…

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    Long Distance: The Survival Guide

    We’re finding more and more that the Lord stretches us most where we are the weakest and also that He has a gr8 sense of humor (she types with sarcasm). It’s just like working out—stretching the muscles that are less flexible creates the most tension. And if you don’t know me, let me tell you why I say that. Being away from the people that I love the most is not my jam. SO the fact that I am in a long distance relationship is H I L A R I O U S. Harrison and I met 2 years ago in college at a tattoo parlor in the great state…

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    Underdressed

    Have you ever walked into a room and suddenly felt uncomfortably overdressed or worse 𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔡𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔢𝔡. like a feverish, throbbing red thumb on the hand of social status. you stand there at the threshold of the door looking in, taking mental inventory of your closet at home & sizing up the competition. as you mingle you feel an awkward urgency, an almost obligation to slip in an explanation for your outfit choice OR if you’re anything like me, you hide behind your mildly self-deprecating, wildly charming humor & you force them to be okay with it. i think the same can go for us spiritually. you walk into a room, or…

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    The Thing About Heartbreak

    I chose this picture bc this is what it looks like on the other side 🙂 Somebody asked me recently why I write about brokenness so much. The truth is there’s a lot of hurting and broken people. In my 22 years the Lord has allowed me to see a lot of brokenness in my own life. Death. Rejection. Shattered hopes. And maybe in the moment I couldn’t see what was going on behind the curtain, but now I believe without a shadow of doubt it all had one purpose—ministry. “there are many sorts of broken hearts, and Christ is good at healing them all.” -Charles Haddon Spurgeon. The thing…

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    Don’t Miss the Mud

    And that’s okay, you don’t have to be… “If love endured that ancient cross, how precious is my savior’s blood? The beauty of heaven wrapped in my shame. The image of love upon death’s frame. If having my heart was worth the pain what joy could you see beyond the grave? If love saw my soul worth dying for, how wonderful? How glorious? My saviors scars victorious. My chains are gone, our debt is paid. From death to life and grace to grace.” Hillsong Worship, Grace To Grace Babes! I’m currently writing to you from the sky! Seat 14E to be exact. I’m in the middle and I have to…

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    Girl Gang: The Movement

    Khloe Kardashian once said, “What happened to women fixing each other’s crowns instead of trying to knock the others crown off?” And I felt that. Think about it, we are living in the age of the woman and outwardly we do a great job of #StandingWith and #MarchingOn, but behind pretty captions and closed doors insecurity is a cancer to our generation. Instead of celebrating the success of our sisters, we compare and compete at the expense of our own peace. “With the same mouth we praise our Lord and Father and curse men who are made in God’s likeness with it.” James 3:9-10 Hey, I get it. I am…

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    You Are Here

    Joy is the serious business of Heaven. -C.S. Lewis My new life in my new city starts something like this: 5:00AM alarm one goes off until alarms two and three go off at 5:30 and 5:45. My eyes open just enough for my hands to find the door before my shuffling little feet do. I stare at my reflection in the bathroom mirror having a silent conversation with myself trying to justify stretching that dry shampoo just one more day. I decide that washing it would be best for everyone involved. I shuffle play my “Hood Things and Also Worship” Spotify playlist and we proceed to get this thing poppin’…

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    How’s Your Heart?

    “Besides this, knowing the time, it is already the hour for you to wake up from sleep, for now our salvation is nearer than when we first believed. The night is nearly over, and the daylight is near, so let us discard the deeds of darkness and put on the armor of light.” Romans 13:11-12 As I read this passage in the quiet, early hours of a really bad Tuesday morning, peace and promise began to wash over and flood every corner of my sleepy little space. I could feel the urgency in the Lord’s presence. I’m right here. Just hold on a little bit longer. I promise it’s almost over.…

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    Instagram, Sex and the Gospel

    *Cue the dancing lobsters and snickering seventh grade boys.* “Unreserved, unrestrained. Your love is wild, Your love is wild for me. It isn’t shy, it’s unashamed; Your love is proud to be seen with me. You don’t give Your heart in pieces. You don’t hide Yourself to tease us. Your love’s not fractured. It’s not a troubled mind. It isn’t anxious. It’s not the restless kind. Your love’s not passive. It’s never disengaged. It’s always present. It hangs on every word we say. Love keeps its promises. It keep its word. It honors what’s sacred. ‘Cause its vows are good. Your love’s not broken. It’s not insecure. Your love’s not selfish. Your love is pure.” Pieces, Steffany Gretzinger I know that not everyone who stumbles across these words knows Jesus or has a relationship with…

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    Kissing the Wave

    First and foremost—I promise you that this not a ploy to trick you into believing that I have it all together at twenty-one, because, not even close. Just ask anyone who has come in contact with me in the last week. They’re all reading this rolling their eyes—we know. If anything it is the exact opposite and if it is any consolation to you, I’m writing this from my halfway made bed at 12:37 a.m. featuring acne cream, a blue sock, a black sock and minty-fresh retainer. “I don’t understand, maybe I never will. That’s when You come rushing in.” This has been the song of my heart for sometime…