As I continued to stare at a completely blank page, I couldn’t help but wonder why I even bothered trying to write: Why do I keep writing? Why do I keep blogging? Where is all of this headed?
The Real Reason I Write
Beating the Summer Boredom Blues
Let’s just say that the dog days of summer have begun…and it’s only June 11th. I’m definitely happy to be done with school. I’m excited for the sunshine, spending time with family and friends, and enjoying some free time. I’m excited to visit the beach, watch Hallmark movies, and cook homemade meals. But even with all the activities ahead, I know I’ll still experience feelings of boredom.
How to Transform Your Thought Life
During the sermon at church, I think about where we’re going to eat lunch after the service. As I read my Bible, I worry about my new job that’s starting soon. When I sing praise songs, I stare at the girl leading worship and wonder if she’s prettier than me. During prayer, I think about my blog stats and how to get more “likes” on my posts. Why can’t I simply think about the sermon that I’m hearing, the verses that I’m reading, the songs that I’m singing, or the words that I’m praying?
Until Our Last Day
This poem is based on Ruth 1:16-17, which describes Ruth's loyalty to her mother-in-law, Naomi. Even though Ruth had just lost her husband, father-in-law, and brother-in-law, she was still determined not to leave Naomi alone. Her courage and loyalty serve as an example for us in our relationships today.
You Are Not Your Size
Though I may be the exception to the rule, I feel like females constantly worry about their size, starting with adolescence. Facing the mirror with joy (or even minimal satisfaction) is always a challenge. Rarely can a woman say that she loves what she sees. Even when I was underweight and at an unhealthy size as an anorexic, I didn’t like what I saw in the mirror.
Saying Hello (and Doing Other Hard Things When You Don’t Feel Like It)
Instead of doing the right thing and choosing to be friendly to the new girl, I stood in the church pew and watched her leave the building. Sure, I felt a twinge of guilt about ignoring her. But I just didn’t feel like talking to her. It wasn’t my responsibility to be the welcoming committee. I wasn’t obligated to speak to her. At least, those were the excuses that I formulated.
Dear Homeschooler
Honestly, I enjoyed being homeschooled. I liked hanging out with my family, working at my own pace, and being taught by my mom. I enjoyed going to homeschool groups, meeting other homeschoolers, and staying in touch with them. But maybe you don’t enjoy being homeschooled like I did.
Movie Review: Breakthrough
When I watched Breakthrough, I almost cried—multiple times. The entire movie felt like an emotional rollercoaster, but maybe that's what made it so powerful. It was incredibly well-made, and I definitely think that it's worth watching, especially if you're in a season of waiting.
Our Spirit Is Willing, but Our Flesh Is Weak
Sometimes, we read Scripture and wonder what we're supposed to learn by reading it. But other times, God gives us a lightbulb moment. And last week, God turned the lightbulb on in my mind. The Scripture passage about our spirit being willing but our flesh being weak (from Matthew 26) finally made sense to me.
Tizzie's Tidbits of Truth 