Autumn is my favorite season! What’s yours?
I’m an unashamed foodie. Food is more than just a symphony of flavors and memories, or the test of one’s creativity. It’s the journey of connecting the art with your own story. Food is a journey. And it’s personal. The following story is a personal memory and reflection that occurred in a college lecture. If you like this story, chances are you’ll also enjoy other similar stories and poems in my collection Heartbeats: Life blurbs that define me.
On this birthday weekend, I’m reminiscing past years. The mistakes, joys, heartaches, and triumphs. You know: my story. I can’t time travel, but if I could write a letter to my younger self, or my fellow audience, then this is what I would say: Stay strong. Smile sunshine. Pray, pray. Dare some. Live more. Love most.
“Why” has always been a vital question for me. Whether I’m weighing decisions, establishing trust, or finding the heart of the matter, “why” calms my fears. But is it possible to go too far in our questioning? Do our questions show a need for sharper faith?
Only 161 days left in 2019. How are you doing with your goals? In this post, I’ll refresh one of my goals and encourage you in finishing yours. Don’t give in to fear. Don’t quit now. Stay on target.
“There is no moment in life that can’t be improved with pizza.” Dari Pizza. Sigh. Here are a few reasons why pizza is more than just a favorite food, a happy mood, and this girl’s favorite meal.
“We wear the mask that grins and lies, It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes... We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries To thee from tortured souls arise. We sing, but oh the clay is vile Beneath our feet, and long the mile; But let the world dream otherwise, We wear the mask!” ~Paul Laurence Dunbar We all have pain and burdens. We all have tears in our eyes sometimes. What are you doing with your pain?
“Farewell. Dust to dust. Tears. Ashes. I see time as a short joy.”
“Love. It's not a feeling. It's a continual action. I don't always feel loved, but that doesn't mean I am any less loved.”
At a Singles’ Conference this past year, I was confronted with chunks of my life that I had unconsciously marked as “private territory.” I found myself guilty of compartmentalizing things such as my goals, fears, and relationships in boxes guarded within my heart. Sometimes we have to break open boxes to rediscover the true value hidden within that box. So I invite you to travel this year with me, reevaluating personal decisions and breaking open boxes.
Another year is here! I don’t know about you, but this past year was not easy. I’ve gained friends. Lost friends. Seen some dear saints passed on to Heaven. Our family had some health scares. But through it all, God has never left me. I might have wandered apart, but He was constant. This year I’m setting my sights on particular goals, and I hope you will be encouraged to set achievable goals.
Hundreds of voices call us each day, and the decisions can often get confusing. Is our world really a life action game of Marco Polo? Whose voice are we listening to?
“There is one consolation in being sick; and that is the possibility that you may recover to a better state than you were ever in before.” ~Henry David Thoreau
“The cow looked at me, and in that moment, I considered becoming a vegetarian.” That single sentence nearly chilled my Baptist blood. I try to take all Scripture to heart.
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I’m no expert in love. And I’m no expert in slaying dragons... Consider with me: when you meet your Prince Charming or your Princess Bride, will you be willing to let them go?