Where God's Word Meets Our Mess
But that hasn’t actually happened. I don’t want to be done with Sean, I don’t want to let him go, and I don’t want to move on. I’ve put too much time into our fantasy relationship. And unfortunately, I'm being both facetious and serious.
It's likely that the past several weeks have been stressful for you. Maybe you feel like a heavy burden is weighing down your heart and your mind. Maybe you feel like a dark cloud is looming over your head or your home. Maybe you feel like a huge question mark is staring you in the face because the future is so unknown. Thank you, COVID-19.
Instead of shopping for Easter candy and bunny décor, we’ll be scouring the store shelves for toilet paper, hand soap, and milk. Instead of planning family parties and cleaning for visitors, we’ll be planning how to cook using our current food supply and sanitizing every corner of our homes. Instead of getting together with friends, we’ll be cooped up in our homes and cozied up in front of our TVs. It'll be...different.
Hi, friends! I realize that today is Sunday (and that I never post on Sundays). But this post is a little different from what I usually post. This post is a challenge for all of us—including myself!
I didn’t think that life would turn out this way. I thought that I was a fun, pretty, and sweet Christian girl. So why is this happening to me? Why am I still single?
I recently got an email that my college’s on-campus classes will be switched to online classes for the remainder of the semester. Taking online classes means goodbye dorm room. Goodbye cafeteria. Goodbye professors. Goodbye tutoring job. And goodbye friends.
Yes, I'm referring to the coronavirus. This sickness is a hot topic in our culture right now. However, it's more than just a sickness. In fact, I'm more scared about its effects than the possibility that I could catch it.
After recognizing my overdependence on this friend, I then realized something scary. I had also developed an overdependence on my crush, too. He wasn’t even my boyfriend. In fact, he had only spoken to me one time.
If God is my everything, I don’t need anything. I don’t need a date for Friday night. I don’t need a boyfriend who buys me flowers. I don’t need a husband who holds me in his arms. And I don’t need Four. Because I have Him.
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