Bloom Where You Are Planted

“Bloom where you are planted”  A phrase that can be found on inspirational desk decor at Tj Maxx, on canvases, mugs, and basically anything else, well, ever. But has anyone ever taken the time to think about what that phrase means....

New Year, New Me

New year, new me. Every heard of that phrase? I’m sure you have. Each year when the clock strikes midnight on NYE, the internet is flooded with tweets and selfies with this quote. But, do they mean it? Does anyone ever feel that way? I don’t, that’s for sure. The closest I get to feeling… Continue reading New Year, New Me

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Too much of a good thing.

Have you ever heard the phrase “you can’t have too much of a good thing”? Well I have. Over. And over. And over. And over. And I used to believe it. In fact, I used to use that statement as my excuse to bombard myself with busyness. Every time I felt myself slipping a little,… Continue reading Too much of a good thing.

When all we are is mean…

It's been a while since I wrote last, and I hadn't planned on writing again for a week or so. I'm actually a thousand words into a 3500 word paper. But. I couldn't not write today. For those of you who don't know, when I have to crank out a large paper, I take to… Continue reading When all we are is mean…

I’m Perfecting Busyness

Perfect outfit. Perfect Pictures. Perfect home. Perfect life. Right? Well. Sometimes, right. As I'm writing this, I'm sitting in my living room surrounded by pillows on the floor, shoes scattered all over my entryway, dirty dishes waiting to be cleaned, dirty laundry piled up upstairs, and the remains of two graduate papers waiting on me.… Continue reading I’m Perfecting Busyness

Love thy unloving neighbor.

I’ve been thinking a lot about love lately. And not in the way most of you are probably thinking. We've all heard the phrase, "love thy neighbor" but I think we've fallen into the lie that the "neighbor" we are called to love is that sweet family with the white picket fence and perfectly manicured… Continue reading Love thy unloving neighbor.

Five Years Deep

“We’ll never know the deep, deep love of God” Those were some of the words that I sang at church this morning before heading back to Kentucky. Those were some of the words that I hummed to between sips of black cherry soda. Those were some of the words that I had 5.5 hours through… Continue reading Five Years Deep