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Choosing Life

I will not die; instead, I will live
    to tell what the Lord has done.
– Psalm 118:7

Twenty-SEVEN. It’s not an age I thought I’d ever attain. Not because I expected to die prematurely or anything of the sort, but just because it’s not an age you see yourself at. I could grapple with 26 and all the existential questions that came with passing the 25 mark and being inducted into the dreaded 26-35 life grouping, but somehow imagined life would speed up from there and I’d simply hit 30 and I’d be in a much more settled place when it came to self and all else.
Joke was on me.

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Chronicles of Canaan

These last three weeks have been brutal to say the least.
Let me explain: I am someone who cherishes her sanity. And my sanity is tied to my ability to have down and alone time. I am an extroverted introvert. My life and job are very outward facing, and to pour so much out to people, I require time alone to meditate and just exist in solitude. I need to be able to do things that calm me – cook, bake, do laundry, walk around my apartment looking toe up. I need to be able to dress up, go out and slay, then come home, put on pimple cream and curl up and just lie in bed awake doing nothing because I have no energy left.


A Winning Fourth Quarter Strategy

I am not the biggest sports fanatic.
Actually, let me not tell a lie. I haven’t the faintest clue how any sport is played aside from the objective of getting the ball across the line or into some net or the other. I merely attend sports events for decorative purposes. So let me put in this disclaimer now:
This post was sponsored by the Holy Spirit with support from Google. 
I have, however, been subjected to the torture of having to sit through game after game not really knowing what was going on the whole time. And as a result of that, I know enough to know that the fourth quarter strategy is crucial to the success of any team.


Letter: Your Blog!

Hi Eudora! I want to express how much I love your blog, your Instagram and your whole movement. It is so inspiring and I learn so much from you every time I read your posts on all your platforms. It is refreshing to read such authentic, genuine content from a Christian who is just out here trying to be slayed and saved lol. Please, please keep the posts coming. They really help me to look at things from a different perspective and to also understand certain aspects of our faith. I, too, am a saved babe (lol) who is trying to do life with Christ at the center by living out my purpose, through Him, each day.


Be WHO you are WHERE you are

“What Am I On Earth For?”
This question is  at the very core of our human existence. Why me? Why now? Why here? Why to this family and these circumstances? Basically, our whole lives, in one way or another, we try to find the answer to this  question of Purpose. Because as Christians, we don’t want to live any kind of lives – we want to live Purpose-driven ones. And to do that, we need to understand our unique Purpose.
I used to think that my Purpose was a destination. A job. A place. A time. A partner. But now I  understand it a little better to know better.

Mumblings and Musings

This One Is For The Dreamers…

This picture of me jumping off of a ledge (the kind of thing you do on vacation these days) was taken this afternoon in Old San Juan after lunch at Cafe Puerto Rico. As I write this, I am sitting on my balcony, staring out at the beach and scrolling through work emails.
How did I get here? Well, I’ll tell you.
Around this time last year, I began to feel like it was time to leave my job. Trust me, I had wanted to leave long before, but I am a firm believer in the power of God’s timing, and I knew that when it was truly time to move, God would release me, and provide me with another opportunity.
So the moment I felt His release, I began to pray.


Lessons From A Closet Christian

I remember the first day I became a Christian vaguely. I must have been 5 or 6 and when the preacher asked who wanted to give their life to Christ. I shot up without a second thought. It seemed like the appropriate thing to do at the time, because as far as I was concerned anyone who was willing to take the not-so–proverbial bullet for me deserved some sort of allegiance. Either that or my father nudged me and gave me a dirty look for remaining seated, but let’s stick with the former version of the story lol.
Point is, I’ve been at this Christian thing for as long as I can remember.
Or so I’d like to think.


Why I Left The Church

This piece should really be called, Why I Left The Church (Then Went Back Because I Realized It Was All A Matter Of Perspective), but making you cringe in horror or raise your brows in interest was too good of an opportunity to miss LOL.
I’ve heard so many of these stories over the last year – of people being fed up with the institution of Christianity – that I thought I’d tell my own story, and share what I learned from the experience.
So here it goes:

I don’t know how you grew up, or what your parents’ preference was for suitable activities or weekend plans, but in my house, Jesus was King.


Cool Kid Christianity: Where Grace Means You Get To Do Pretty Much Whatever You Want

Walk into any non or interdenominational church on a Sunday morning (or evening, which is when most of these churches hold their services these days), and you will most likely be met with a pleasing sight: throngs of young people in black fedoras, Justin Bieber haircuts, and ripped denim, all lifting their hands in worship of the Almighty. It’s an amazing sight to see in a generation that has such a desire to go its own way to ‘Carpe Diem’ and ‘Do As Thou Wilt‘ without regard for anyone or anything else. I know this picture well, not only because I attend one such church, but because I am one of them.

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Living in Wonderland

I have always loved stories. I think it’s something I learnt from my sister. Her love for reading was the reason I learnt to at such a young age. By the time I was 5, I was reading books far beyond my years. Soon, she began to write her own stories because it was possible she had already read everything appropriate enough for her age (and then some, I’m sure). She’d spend days pouring over notebooks and writing elaborate tales, and I was always impressed with her ability to bring life to words.

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Colorblind: When the Church Remains Silent

I don’t consider myself a particularly ‘politically-active’ person. While I have informed opinions on several socio-political issues, I am usually one to hold my peace until my opinion is relevant (which is not that often if I’m being all the way honest).
And I will be transparent enough to admit that part of what plays into my ‘non-politicalness’ is my faith. I believe that while I am entitled to my opinion and to my feelings on an issue, God’s Word and heart trump my feelings and opinions every single time.

Faith S&S

For Freedom: Jenn’s Story

I thought I’d be amiss to wrap up this #ForFreedom series without another ‘S&S’ interview from another amazing person I have had the honor of doing life with and serving alongside for the past 2 years. The first real time we engaged was during a weekly early Friday morning prayer meeting, and I have watched both of us grow in service and in ministry and in our heart for all things Jesus ever since. Aside from Jesus we share an unhealthy addiction for Sephora, and a love for looking cute.

Devotions Faith

The Thief of Joy

Someone asked me a few days ago about Joy.
She had just accepted Christ into her life, and was wondering if it was possible that the Joy she felt in the aftermath of that single decision could last for ever.
I wished with all my heart that I could tell her it would. There’s nothing worse than having to tell a new believer that this walk is not all rainbows and sunshine. In my mind I am inclined to spin it – to come up with creative ways to bypass the truth that the path we walk is a narrow one. But instead I told her the truth: in this life you will have to choose Joy.

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God Is Not Your Father

Your earthly father, that is.
I’ve learnt that when we conceptualize our Heavenly Father, we often use our earthly fathers as a template:
If your father was strict and restrictive, you see God as an authoritarian father, watching and measuring your every move by some unattainable standard.
If he was loving and giving, you expect the same of your Heavenly Father: a never-ending vending machine of goodness.
If your earthly Father was never around, or never cared, it’s hard to fathom that a Heavenly Father would be much different.
At first I thought this father-Father comparison didn’t apply to me.

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What I Have Learnt About Relationships in the Last Four Years of Being Single

I don’t like to talk about relationships very often. In particular because I feel like I’m the least qualified to do so. I have been in all of 2 two-year-long relationships, and dated maybe 3 or 4 others, so I don’t exactly have a storehouse of experience for my 26 (going on 27) years of human existence when it comes to having a relationship, much less a successful one.
However in the past 4 years, I have had the opportunity not only to observe extensively the relationships of others, but, surprisingly enough, observe myself and how I approach relationships from an objective standpoint.

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Battling Dysmorphia

Since we’re on the topic of freedom, I thought I’d be amiss if I didn’t tell you about my own struggle with insecurity – or at least one of them.
I can’t remember a time when I wasn’t overly preoccupied with the way I looked. It just seemed that everywhere I went people were continuously pointing out the ways in which I differed from everyone else.I was either too skinny, or too fat, or too tall. My cheeks were too big, and my clothes never fit right.