Today happens to be my father’s birthday. I have the paper that states he is my father and he has a paper that states today is his birthday, but how can we believe any of that? They are just pieces of paper that someone wrote out because it was their job to do so. Was
I am not the kind of person who is used to doing a lot at a time. I do like to keep busy, but the busyness is often kept to a manageable pace. However, manageable pace is not how I would describe this season in my life. For example, it is almost 1 a.m. and
I was once told by an African-American friend that I was naive. We were having a conversation of the racism that still exists and how I seemed completely ignorant to its modern day occurrence. That conversation was about 10 years ago and I am realizing how true his description of me was. However, fortunately (or
For as long as I can remember, I have had a bad and disgusting habit of biting my fingernails. The past few years I would bite them so much, I would often make my fingers bleed. My trigger was stress; instead of binge eating, I would binge bite. When I was in Florida, I would
“Hi.” Hello. “Are You there?” Always. “Can You hear me?” Certainly. “I feel so alone.” Never. “Can You see me?” Beautiful. “Do You love me?” Abundantly. I feel so lost…” Found. “Broken.” Mended. “Confused.” Reassured. “Empty.” Filled. “Guilty.” Pardoned. “Thank You.” Absolutely.
In the Bible, when we read about a person, their name is usually followed by a description of where they are from or their trait; Jesus of Nazareth, John the Baptist, Ruth the Moabitess. Now, Jesus and John had it pretty good. Their titles were positive and had no negative connotations associated with them. Ruth’s,
Whether we like it or not the behaviors of our parents (good or bad) have affected us in some form. We are, as much as we deny it, like our parents. Their makeup is what makes us their children. As Jake gets older, his mannerisms, his laugh, his reactions, become more and more like his
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I finished a journal this morning. It depends on the number of pages and the season of my life I am in, but a journal normally lasts me about 6-8 months. Since last May, I have gone through 3. It has been an eventful 12 months to say the least. I’ve been journaling for years.
“You want me to what? I don’t think I can do that.” Why not? “Well, that would be so pretentious of me.” Even if I asked you to do it? “It’s just so uncomfortable for me to brag on myself. I don’t think I am anything spectacular or impressive. You want to list my faults,
“But I would walk 500 miles and I would walk 500 more. Just to be the man who walked a thousand miles to fall down at your door.” That was the song on the latest episode of Grey’s Anatomy, where Kepner, the re-virginized surgeon, was proposed to by her paramedic boyfriend in this whole song
