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There is a fine line between righteous and selfish anger, and I’ve noticed I tend to ride that line quite closely. I am always wound up in a way that seems as if an explosion of screams or tears could erupt at any moment—and that isn’t the way we were designed to operate. It’s exhausting…
I feel like every day that passes, my longing for Heaven grows even greater. My heart longs, more than anything else, to look on the face of my Savior and finally rest in the Permanence and Finality of the Kingdom of Heaven. Somedays, I get really caught up in just wanting Jesus to come back,…
I think after the close to one-millionth time I’ve looked in the mirror this year, I’ve grown tired. I’ve grown tired of trying to convince myself I’m good enough, and I’m guessing you have too. There are so many things we could change about our physical appearance, right? And as soon as one thing is…
I can’t speak for anyone else, but these last few months, my relationship with the Lord has been rocky, to say the absolute least about it. This rockiness was entirely rooted in a consistent anxiousness and a near reliance on that anxiousness to assure me that I have some kind of control. Anxiety is an…
I’ve noticed that, lately, a lot of the conversations I’ve had with other single women have taken to a similar tone—I like being single, but sometimes I just really don’t. And that’s fair, a little confusing, but fair—because I get it when people say that. I’ve been single for like 2 ½ years, and every…
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