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Facing Doubt

Somehow, we have come to believe that faith comes easily – that it is a singular choice you make on the day you perform the ritual of raising your hand at the end of a church service to accept Jesus as your Lord and personal Savior. Well, while it has been at least two decades since I made the decision to accept Jesus into my life, tomorrow marks 2 years since I made a public commitment to him by getting baptized. And in two years of doing life on God’s terms, I realize now that we have believed wrong. Yes, faith is a choice – but it is not one that you make just once. It is a choice you will have to make time and time again – on a monthly, weekly, daily, and even hourly basis. Time and time again you will find yourself on the precipice of…

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in Dear Diary, Faith

Under Review

There is a certain time of year that anyone who has ever been employed before has come to both fear and dread – and no, I’m not talking about tax season. What I’m talking about is the age-old performance review. Yes, I DID see you grimace just then. I am yet to meet a single human being who enjoys performance reviews. Now, I could go into the psychology of them and point out all the ways they are truly inaccurate and a horrible measure of capability or competence, but even without trekking down that path, they still remain pretty awful. I don’t know about you, but the thought of having to justify to people why I am qualified for the position I was hired for, and about all the ways I intend to grow over the next period (like I can even make a definitive decision on what I’m having for dinner!),…

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The Missing Peace

How easy is it to lose your peace in this world???? There was a point in my life that I could actually never find mine – my family, friends (and exes) will testify to this lol. Moving back to the States on my own and living as a college student solely reliant on financial  aid and three part-time jobs to provide for myself, I was in a constant state of worry. Would I have enough to eat? Would I have enough to go home over break? Would I have enough to survive the winter??? Sometimes there was enough, but other times there was barely enough to go around. I spent a lot of time counting my pennies and running in circles about money. Then there was school. I think nine times out of ten that I took an exam, I called my father crying in fear that I had failed. I…

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