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A Letter To My Twelve-Year-Old Self
June fifteenth of this year marked my eighteenth birthday. By God’s grace, I’ve successfully circled the sun enough times that I’m considered an adult.
When I was twelve I was encouraged by the leader of my Bright Lights group to write a letter to my future self. It’s funny to see how dreams can change over the years. I wanted to share with you the letter I wrote, and a response I wrote to my twelve-year-old self.
Sometimes it’s encouraging to look back and see that some things really do work out how you hoped. And at the same time, the things that don’t turn out how you want them to are God’s way of saying He has something else planned for you.
How Should We View Being Single?
Just a few days ago we celebrated Valentines Day. It’s a great day to show your friends and family how much you love them. But if you are a single girl, it’s a also a day that maybe might have made you feel a little left out or lonely when you see other couples being sweet to each other. You might be wishing that someone loved you like that and wondering when they were going to come along.
So..
A Hospitable Heart for the Holidays
Oh yes, it’s that time of year again and I am soooo beyond excited for the upcoming holidays. At my house we have many traditions that I like to hold dear to my heart and it’s what makes me so cheery right around this time of year. Another reason why I love the holiday season is because of all the warm friendship that is felt between friends and family members. Home is at the center of..
Family Matters
How many of you have a family? A husband and children? A mom or dad? Brothers or sisters? What are your viewpoints on family value? Did you know that God is greatly and exceedingly pleased when we unconditionally love our families?
Many women and men alike take for granted the great and awesome gift of family life. We desire friends and approval from other people while God is waiting for you to..
Life, Scratches, & Band-Aids
I remember getting cuts as a little kid. I’d be playing outside, just running around, and would find myself sprinting inside with a scratch on my finger, as if the world were about to end, asking Mom to fix it. After all, Mom can fix all hurts and scrapes.
First thing, she would take me to the sink to run clean water over my cut. I was thinking this whole “coming to Mom to get this fixed”..