real me campaign…

real me campaign…

The real me. The real me laughs loud, hugs hard, loves deep. The real me is without makeup, without care, without consequence. The real me is frightened and fearful and functioning under unwarranted grace. The real me is simply complicated. The real me appears in...

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100 word wedneday: be a realist…

The saying is trustworthy and deserving of full acceptance, that Christ Jesus came into the world to save sinners, of whom I am the foremost. 1 Timothy 1:15 Paul was a student of his heart. He paid attention to the desires and impulses that churned within. I...

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twins…

twins…

I’m not going to lie. I feel his pain. Being the second-born twin ain’t easy. It’s an unstated competition every. single. day. Jacob and Esau wrestled in the womb and warred before entering earth. Jas and I wrestled on living room floors, in academic...

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be someone…

It was her eyes. Beautiful, brown, tired eyes. She greeted everyone who walked through the door, but few noticed her and less acknowledged her welcome into the hotel dining room. I wondered how they would’ve treated her if she was their mother, aunt, or sister. But...

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Friday Video Post: yoga and meditation…

Downward facing dog, inhale, she gently instructed in the most beautiful voice ever heard. Cobra, exhale, she sung as her body moved as if in water. The entire class moved in syncopation as if on her synchronized swimming team. If Barry White and Sade had a...

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the list…

I don’t do resolutions. It’s just too much pressure and one more thing to add to my to-do list. Today, however, I was reading my daily devotions and I came across Genesis 18:14 and I realized, nothing is too hard for my God. I immediately grabbed my...

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i'm sorry…

Humble yourself in the sight of the Lord and He will lift you up. James 4:10 I looked at him directly in the face and said, I’m sorry. But it was one of those, Oh, ya know, like maybe perhaps kindasorta I was a wee bit in the wrong. He looked at me with his deep...

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je ne parle pas francais…

je ne parle pas francais…

Freshman and sophomore year of high school Mrs. Shaggetz would cup my face in her hands and squeeze my cheeks to help me say, Je m’appelle Bianca. Je sui de California. Two years of French 1 and 2 and all I earned was a few phrases to help me find the restroom...

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clothes crisis, covenants, and comforters…

clothes crisis, covenants, and comforters…

After a loud yell of frustration, my sister walked into my room and saw the mountain of clothes, shoes, and books which accumulated in my tirade. Her eyebrow raised, needing explanation as to why it looked like Hurricane Katrina had blown through my room. Look,...

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100 word wednesday: we matter…

100 word wednesday: we matter…

We all know the feeling of walking into a room filled with people, yet feel overwhelmed with loneliness. During the holidays these situations are magnified. Isolated car rides, solo shopping excursions, or simply having no where to go for the holidays, thoughts of...

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I’m a writer and teacher in love with two men: Jesus and my husband, Matt. [You might not find this funny, but I laugh at myself, so it all balances out.]

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