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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. In the 1987 Superbowl, the Cardinals won the game 31-28 over the Buccaneers despite trailing 28-3 heading into the fourth quarter. In the 2014 playoffs, the Chiefs had a 31-10…

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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. (Oh btw, the recent post on our purpose had me up at like 5am journaling and reflecting like crazy on my purpose! It was too good!) I am not at the finish line…

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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. If the God who created the Heavens and the Earth said, “Before I shaped you in the womb,     I knew all about you. Before you saw the light of day,     I had holy plans for you: A prophet to the nations—…

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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. I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do or really where (because I’m a bit of a jack of…

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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. While there were periods of my life when I was younger and my faith was ‘on fleek’ and I was unashamed of my affiliation with Christ and the things of God, as I grew…

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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. That meant that almost anything and everything we did was centered around Christianity and the Church. By the time I was four, I knew every Don Moen and Ron Kenoly song by heart, and my…

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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. I am the girl in the cool hat and Adidas originals, holding her Venti Chai Tea Latte (3 Pump, Coconut Milk, Lite Water, No Foam, Extra Hot, of course), and jumping up and down to ‘This is Living‘ at the…

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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. When I ended up in boarding school, I took up the mantle and began writing my own stories that served as a channel to the outside world – a way to escape what was going on around me and be in a world where I could create my own narratives and outcomes (this was the topic of the…

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