what is up!
Well today is a gorgeous day here in the French Quarter of New Orleans. I hope it has been gorgeous where you are, too! It was a great day: breakfast with Taylor, late lunch with my parents and week 2 of the Bible study my mom and I are doing together, the pups I'm house-sitting have been good, my first day working at a hospital is tomorrow, I finished the book I'm reading... So yeah. Good day.
I know for sure that I want {Sunday thanks} posts to be a continual, regular thing here on peaches & magnolias. So here goes!
To Krista -- Thank you for driving all the way to the Quarter to hang out with me on Thursday! I have really enjoyed your friendship these last several months and I am looking forward to only becoming better friends from here on out. You are so lovely, so easy to talk to, such a wonderful friend!
To my EC Life Planner -- My 2013-2014 friend, your time as my lifeline is soon over. But fear not, as I am not one to throw such gorgeous works of art away. You will be stored away to where I can look over the events, due dates, and life things that you helped me remember to attend from time to time, fondly, as one of the greater years of my life. And I will hold onto you until my future husband tells me it's been 20 years and makes me throw you away. Sorry your demise will be so sad. But I promise to treasure you until then.
To Uncle Jeff -- Thank you for trusting your nephew's girlfriend with your gorgeous home, own two dogs, and best friend's dog (and for allowing the bar to be open for me). Your home is lovely, and I can honestly say I will miss my time in the Quarter. Please remember me for next time you go out of town!
To Ochsner -- Thank you for hiring me! I am definitely dreading 12-hour shifts, since I love my naps, snacks, and otherwise regular meal times, but I am so looking forward for the opportunity to do nurse things in a hospital! I really believe this experience will make me a better RN (one day).
To greasy cheeseburgers, perfectly-cooked grits, cookies n cream ice cream, and Royals -- oh, you. Making life more delicious. NOLA life is good.
Hope you have a delightfully restful Sunday and a glorious second week of June. Enjoy these long days while they last!!
Sunday, June 8, 2014
Friday, June 6, 2014
an important anniversary
hi my friends
As I'm sure you know, today is the 70th anniversary of D-Day, an important day in history because it turned the tide of World War II. Even though many lives were lost, it was the battle that allowed the Allied forces to diminish Germany and the Axis forces and eventually end the war.
After visiting the World War II museum here in New Orleans this spring, I realized just how intense that day was. General Dwight D. Eisenhower was the one who made the call that June 6 would be the day for the invasion, and he called it at the dramatic eleventh hour. (The museum chronicles the intense deliberation he underwent to decide when the invasion would occur.)
Over 9,000 lives were lost on D-Day. But over 100,000 other Allied troops were able to continue their attack in Europe that wore down the Axis forces and led to Germany's surrender.
My grandfather, Martin B. Richard, was in "D-Day + 3," and I am thankful he was one of the many who was able to fight on my behalf.
I am honored for the efforts and sacrifices these troops made on my behalf 70 years ago today, 44 years before I was born. How different my life could have been without this major offensive move by the Allies.
Greater love has no one than this, that someone lay down his life for his friends. John 15:13
All information taken from the official D-Day website by the United States Army.
As I'm sure you know, today is the 70th anniversary of D-Day, an important day in history because it turned the tide of World War II. Even though many lives were lost, it was the battle that allowed the Allied forces to diminish Germany and the Axis forces and eventually end the war.
After visiting the World War II museum here in New Orleans this spring, I realized just how intense that day was. General Dwight D. Eisenhower was the one who made the call that June 6 would be the day for the invasion, and he called it at the dramatic eleventh hour. (The museum chronicles the intense deliberation he underwent to decide when the invasion would occur.)
Over 9,000 lives were lost on D-Day. But over 100,000 other Allied troops were able to continue their attack in Europe that wore down the Axis forces and led to Germany's surrender.
My grandfather, Martin B. Richard, was in "D-Day + 3," and I am thankful he was one of the many who was able to fight on my behalf.
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| Martin B. Richard, Second Armored Division |
I am honored for the efforts and sacrifices these troops made on my behalf 70 years ago today, 44 years before I was born. How different my life could have been without this major offensive move by the Allies.
Greater love has no one than this, that someone lay down his life for his friends. John 15:13
All information taken from the official D-Day website by the United States Army.
Thursday, June 5, 2014
hi! + new name
sweet readers!
I am so happy to be back!
It was a long and crazy semester y'all! But by the grace of God I'm on the other side of it with 3 A's, 2 B's, and a C.
So, I'm officially a Senior I, which means fall is the first semester of my SENIOR YEAR! My second senior year, but whatever. I am very anxious to tackle my mostdifficult intense set of courses of the entire program - critical care. However, I am looking forward to it! I have a lot of faith in God, in my study habits, and in this course faculty. But mostly God.
But first, a new blog name and summertime!
My new blog name - peaches & magnolias - reflects my background and everything about who I am. I'm really excited about this!
Peaches, of course, are the most obvious representation of Georgia, the state I called my full-time home for 15 years and my long-distance home for 3 more. I love Georgia. I love the mountains, the coastline, the fall line, the cities. I love everything that Georgia did to create the setting of my childhood and adolescence. Everything:
I am so happy to be back!
It was a long and crazy semester y'all! But by the grace of God I'm on the other side of it with 3 A's, 2 B's, and a C.
So, I'm officially a Senior I, which means fall is the first semester of my SENIOR YEAR! My second senior year, but whatever. I am very anxious to tackle my most
But first, a new blog name and summertime!
My new blog name - peaches & magnolias - reflects my background and everything about who I am. I'm really excited about this!
Peaches, of course, are the most obvious representation of Georgia, the state I called my full-time home for 15 years and my long-distance home for 3 more. I love Georgia. I love the mountains, the coastline, the fall line, the cities. I love everything that Georgia did to create the setting of my childhood and adolescence. Everything:
- the high schools where I performed with the East Paulding marching band (that had backgrounds of beautiful mountains)
- my home church, Hope Church, and the fact that I literally grew up with it as it grew
- the many locations that I auditioned or performed in honor band
- the places that I helped through my church's Hands of Hope
- the Silver Comet Trail
- Dallas (Paulding County), Marietta, Acworth, Atlanta, and Savannah
- our neighborhood pool
- my elementary, middle, and high schools
- local parks
- the history and Southern charm
- among many, many others
Magnolias represent both my family heritage and my life in young adulthood. I came to LSU when I graduated from high school, spent an additional year in Baton Rouge, and now I'm in New Orleans working on nursing school. I've only been living here for 7 years so I don't have the same amount of time to compare to Georgia. But I love it. Additionally, with my last name as Richard (that's pronounced "Ree-shard"), I have the Cajun heritage. It's a wonderful place.
I hope you like the new name! I think this one will stick.
Come back soon! Now that it's summer and I'm only working, expect lots of posts! Hopefully even a routine can be set up so by the time fall gets here, I can keep posting on a regular schedule!
Please tell me something about yourself! I'd love to get to know you!
Sunday, March 23, 2014
{sunday thanks}
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much days.
wow.
hello my friends.
Don't you just love doge? Those eyes... those cute crossed paws! We love it when Charlie (my mom's corgi) is suspicious. Ah! Such cute. ;-)
The past few weeks have been good ones, pretty chill for nursing school. Definitely productive. I'm not looking forward to the next couple of weeks because T is going on a long business trip and I have a bunch of tests and projects coming up, plus clinical paperwork, so it's going to be interesting. And by interesting I mean busy. And by busy I mean stressful. I'm so not ready for tomorrow.
However, I will still give thanks.
[thank you]
Dear allegra, thank you for being a great comrade versus pollen. Pollen and I don't agree but you help mediate the war. Thanks for that.
Dear S, thank you for all your kind and encouraging words on Friday night. I am so thankful that I've met you through dating T. I hope we are friends for a very long time! I'm so grateful for knowing you and for our friendship.
Dear Hyatt Regency, thank you for being so beautiful and such a fun place to stay for the weekend while T and I witnessed two friends' blessed union {even though I could barely handle the tenth floor, much less the twenty-seventh). And to City Park/the Botanical Gardens/the Court of the Two Sisters and New Orleans, y'all were amazing hosts, too. The absolute perfect settings for all the fun we had over the last couple of days.
Dear MayBooks, thank you for being the best solution to my journal needs. I love how helpful you are with my studies, prayer life, and list/organizing needs. And oh! The monograms! How I love!
Dear macaroni & cheese, why are you always so delicious? More importantly, why am I questioning it? Thanks for being consistently wonderful and a staple in my life (and for being such a good pair to dinosaur-shaped chicken nuggets for those days that I just don't care).
grace + peace
xoxo
Wednesday, March 19, 2014
from this valley
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Oh, the desert dreams of a river
that will run down to the sea
like my heart longs for an ocean
to wash down over me
Oh, won't you take me from this valley
to that mountain high above?
I will pray, pray, pray
until I see your smiling face
I will pray, pray, pray
to the one I love
Oh, the outcast dreams of acceptance
just to find pure love's embrace
like an orphan longs for his mother
May you hold me in your grace
Won't you take me from this valley
to that mountain high above?
I will pray, pray, pray
until I see your smiling face
I will pray, pray, pray
to the one I love
Oh, the caged bird dreams of a strong wind
that will flow 'neath her wings
Like a voice longs for a melody,
oh, Jesus carry me
Won't you take me from this valley
to that mountain high above?
I will pray, pray, pray
until I see your smiling face
I will pray, pray, pray
to the one I love
I will pray, pray, pray
until I see your smiling face
I will pray, pray, pray
to the one I love
Thank you, The Civil Wars, for a beautiful song with an amazing message. Very thankful this song came on my shuffle while I was getting ready this morning.
Even if I'm in a valley, God will carry me to the mountain.
Love You.
xoxo
Thursday, March 13, 2014
joy
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How great our God is. How great and glorious is He.
I stressed and worried so much about whether or not nursing was the career for me, and He's proven to me again and again that it is.
He has totally blessed this path.
All the heartaches and struggles... they're all worth it. I'm becoming who I was created to be.
my heart is so full of joy and love and light.
passing it on to you...
xoxo
Sunday, March 9, 2014
{sunday thanks}
[[new thing]]
I am so full of thanks for kazillions of little things in my life that I must be more overtly grateful for.
so on Sundays I'm going to post a {sunday thanks} with little thank you notes to random things that have changed me or helped me renew myself or helped me be a better Kelli over the week.
ps. you're pretty cool for stopping by, I like that about you.
{thank you}
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Dear orchid plant in my living room, you brighten every long hour of studying with your reminder that life exists even in the most concrete of jungles. And you're a really pretty color. Thank you for being a note of happy in my every day life.
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Dear Keurig creators, you guys rock my socks off and I love having coffee with too much sugar in it every day because of you. Thank you.
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Dear T, thank you for being there for me when my heart is heavy and I feel like I just can't keep going. You are the best cheerleader, ever. And thank you for all of your made-to-order Kelli-sized hugs that never run out of stock: even though my timing can sometimes mean the sacrifice of delicious pancakes or hot coffee. And thank you for writing down some of the things you said on my pink post-its so I can look at them whenever I need a boost. I have already done that like 4 times today.
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Dear A Cup of Jo, thank you for posting that egg sandwich recipe over two years ago, which I finally got an opportunity to try today. I burned my lip on the hot cheese but don't even care. It was so delicious.
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Dear Heavenly Father, thank you for listening to my woes every time I bring them to You, and for comforting me, and for relieving my anxiety every time I ask, and for being the strength and wisdom I'm not so that I can come to you in order to succeed. And thank you for all the people in my life that mean so much to me every single day- the people that I talk to constantly and those I haven't really spoken to in years. I know You bring them in and out of my life for reasons, and I'm grateful for everyone who has ever left an impression on me. Thank you so much.
have a blessed Sunday, y'all.
xoxo
Monday, February 17, 2014
beach countdown
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That is the lovely Orange Beach, Florida, where I am headed in 97 days, with about 10 friends of mine from church.
Spring semester, go by quickly!
xoxo
Saturday, February 15, 2014
love love love
oh this day, this sappiest of days.
I have been struggling lately with the romantic-love culture I was raised in that is so present in the South and seems to be present throughout the rest of the United States.
By romantic-love culture, I mean the culture that has told us women that
you have to find the ONE!
you have to have a thigh gap/long hair/a tiny waist/abs/big hips/big boobs/a tan/great style/a bikini-ready body 24-7-365! or else the ONE may pass you up!
you must go to church and be involved! you must lead small groups, mentor youths, volunteer with children, travel to foreign lands to "make disciples of all nations," and participate in Bible study year-round! or else your heart may not be deeply hidden in the heart of God and you know how the saying goes! the ONE won't be able to find you!
you better save yourself or the ONE will not want you! no one loves a whore!
you must have a variety of interests that you pursue at all times by being awesome at them! possibly be the president of a society or seven! but at least be a member of four or more!
you must be yourself! no matter who that is! no matter if you don't even know! you better start acting as much like yourself as possible because what if you meet the ONE in the grocery?? you never know when he will cross your path!
you better get sexual experience along the way or the ONE will not want you! no one loves a prude!
you should probably have your pinterest account open on a tab in your browser at all times because your wedding should practically already be planned by the time you meet the ONE! but you better not tell him or you'll scare him off!
what? you're feeling sad or worried? oh, well, you should probably stifle those feelings, definitely don't tell your small group about them, what if the ONE is in there?! he's not going to want to marry someone who is sad or worried all the time. or part of the time, for that matter! you'd better be happy! do it! right now! be happy all of the time! and you'd better not tell him you ever feel these ways or are ever susceptible to hormones lest he thinks you're crazy!
you'd better move yourself to New York City or Los Angeles and start your career in magazines, television, movies, or fashion! and you'd better do it quick! girls are doing this every day and you don't want someone else to meet and fall in love with the ONE for you, do you??
...
oh, dear God.
Well, frankly, I hope you interpreted that these things were exaggerated. But at any given time of our lives, we are told a myriad of different things because the ONLY THING that matters, apparently, is finding the ONE who will finally, exasperatedly, marry you. And once you're married, you're set!
amirite ladies??
I am here to say.... nooooooooooo!!!
No to the perfect magazine images of thigh gaps and perfect bums and long hair and photoshopped perkiness!
No to over-stretching ourselves and our time to please a dude we haven't met yet!
No to the over-commercialized presentations of cute, dainty girls with their always-smiling faces, working their dream jobs that are basically the same in every TV show or movie!
No to labels!
No to denial of realness like sadness, worries, anxieties, and stresses!
No to the incessant pressing of society's definition of right and wrong into us at every turn!
No to the definition of closeness to our God being found in how busy we are at church! Only God and I know how close I am to Him, and that is our business.
NO TO THE IDEA OF THE ONE.
I want to decide. I want to decide which things are right for me. And if I am being healthy, legal, and true to myself, who really cares??
The definition of the ONE is that we find the man who will marry us... But maybe the definition of the ONE should be the version of ourselves that we love the most.
When I decided I wanted to get a pixie hair cut, I read some blogs about it and about what to expect, and a common theme in these blogposts was that I will get hit on less, since guys like long hair. You know what happened? I met the most incredible man who loved my hair long and short, because he wasn't looking at my hair, he was looking at my heart. And God didn't stop loving me, either.
When I decided I needed to resolve my anxieties for my sake, not for anyone else, but because I wanted to relax, I got better. And the aforementioned most incredible man? He looks forward to the day he gets to help me relax when I am overly anxious and can't calm down on my own. Seriously, what?! I have never met anyone who treats my anxiety that way. And God was there to cheer me on, too.
When I told him about my sins, he said he loves me. Seriously. And God, who knew I'd commit these sins before I even knew what the word "sin" means, still loves me.
When T & I started dating, I told him I thought he was one cool cat, but that school was still going to come first, because me becoming a nurse is more important to me than anything. [For the record, this is hard for me.] His response? "If you didn't say that, I was going to." And God is still providing the strength I need to make it through, since I can do all things through Christ who gives me strength. (philippians 4:13) Still supporting me. Still loving me.
And the best part of all of this is that I picked these things out for me, not for anyone else! And I love it!
I think T is a guy that thinks I'm interesting enough to want to hang out and find out more. He and I have so much in common it can be spooky, and we are really compatible. So I'm not going to brand him as the ONE for me, because I know that our foundation, connection and commitment to each other are what will make this relationship work and last... Not an arbitrary label, not that I have shoved myself into a tiny, incredibly specific mold that society made for me.
Just me being me, and T being T.
So when it comes to Valentine's Day, my first thought is how grateful I am for the incredible love God has for me, that He laid down His life for me, to save me, just because He wanted His eternity to have me in it. Oh my gosh. I cannot thank Him enough.
My second thought is: I am so thankful God made me exactly the way I am. And I am even more thankful that He made T the way he is, and that T says to me the opposite of what society says to me... Letting me just be me, no strings attached, and loving me as such.
He really is the most amazing guy I know.
Love you, sugar.
h a p p y v a l e n t i n e ' s d a y !
xoxo
I have been struggling lately with the romantic-love culture I was raised in that is so present in the South and seems to be present throughout the rest of the United States.
By romantic-love culture, I mean the culture that has told us women that
you have to find the ONE!
you have to have a thigh gap/long hair/a tiny waist/abs/big hips/big boobs/a tan/great style/a bikini-ready body 24-7-365! or else the ONE may pass you up!
you must go to church and be involved! you must lead small groups, mentor youths, volunteer with children, travel to foreign lands to "make disciples of all nations," and participate in Bible study year-round! or else your heart may not be deeply hidden in the heart of God and you know how the saying goes! the ONE won't be able to find you!
you better save yourself or the ONE will not want you! no one loves a whore!
you must have a variety of interests that you pursue at all times by being awesome at them! possibly be the president of a society or seven! but at least be a member of four or more!
you must be yourself! no matter who that is! no matter if you don't even know! you better start acting as much like yourself as possible because what if you meet the ONE in the grocery?? you never know when he will cross your path!
you better get sexual experience along the way or the ONE will not want you! no one loves a prude!
you should probably have your pinterest account open on a tab in your browser at all times because your wedding should practically already be planned by the time you meet the ONE! but you better not tell him or you'll scare him off!
what? you're feeling sad or worried? oh, well, you should probably stifle those feelings, definitely don't tell your small group about them, what if the ONE is in there?! he's not going to want to marry someone who is sad or worried all the time. or part of the time, for that matter! you'd better be happy! do it! right now! be happy all of the time! and you'd better not tell him you ever feel these ways or are ever susceptible to hormones lest he thinks you're crazy!
you'd better move yourself to New York City or Los Angeles and start your career in magazines, television, movies, or fashion! and you'd better do it quick! girls are doing this every day and you don't want someone else to meet and fall in love with the ONE for you, do you??
...
oh, dear God.
Well, frankly, I hope you interpreted that these things were exaggerated. But at any given time of our lives, we are told a myriad of different things because the ONLY THING that matters, apparently, is finding the ONE who will finally, exasperatedly, marry you. And once you're married, you're set!
amirite ladies??
I am here to say.... nooooooooooo!!!
No to the perfect magazine images of thigh gaps and perfect bums and long hair and photoshopped perkiness!
No to over-stretching ourselves and our time to please a dude we haven't met yet!
No to the over-commercialized presentations of cute, dainty girls with their always-smiling faces, working their dream jobs that are basically the same in every TV show or movie!
No to labels!
No to denial of realness like sadness, worries, anxieties, and stresses!
No to the incessant pressing of society's definition of right and wrong into us at every turn!
No to the definition of closeness to our God being found in how busy we are at church! Only God and I know how close I am to Him, and that is our business.
NO TO THE IDEA OF THE ONE.
I want to decide. I want to decide which things are right for me. And if I am being healthy, legal, and true to myself, who really cares??
The definition of the ONE is that we find the man who will marry us... But maybe the definition of the ONE should be the version of ourselves that we love the most.
When I decided I wanted to get a pixie hair cut, I read some blogs about it and about what to expect, and a common theme in these blogposts was that I will get hit on less, since guys like long hair. You know what happened? I met the most incredible man who loved my hair long and short, because he wasn't looking at my hair, he was looking at my heart. And God didn't stop loving me, either.
When I decided I needed to resolve my anxieties for my sake, not for anyone else, but because I wanted to relax, I got better. And the aforementioned most incredible man? He looks forward to the day he gets to help me relax when I am overly anxious and can't calm down on my own. Seriously, what?! I have never met anyone who treats my anxiety that way. And God was there to cheer me on, too.
When I told him about my sins, he said he loves me. Seriously. And God, who knew I'd commit these sins before I even knew what the word "sin" means, still loves me.
When T & I started dating, I told him I thought he was one cool cat, but that school was still going to come first, because me becoming a nurse is more important to me than anything. [For the record, this is hard for me.] His response? "If you didn't say that, I was going to." And God is still providing the strength I need to make it through, since I can do all things through Christ who gives me strength. (philippians 4:13) Still supporting me. Still loving me.
And the best part of all of this is that I picked these things out for me, not for anyone else! And I love it!
I think T is a guy that thinks I'm interesting enough to want to hang out and find out more. He and I have so much in common it can be spooky, and we are really compatible. So I'm not going to brand him as the ONE for me, because I know that our foundation, connection and commitment to each other are what will make this relationship work and last... Not an arbitrary label, not that I have shoved myself into a tiny, incredibly specific mold that society made for me.
Just me being me, and T being T.
So when it comes to Valentine's Day, my first thought is how grateful I am for the incredible love God has for me, that He laid down His life for me, to save me, just because He wanted His eternity to have me in it. Oh my gosh. I cannot thank Him enough.
My second thought is: I am so thankful God made me exactly the way I am. And I am even more thankful that He made T the way he is, and that T says to me the opposite of what society says to me... Letting me just be me, no strings attached, and loving me as such.
He really is the most amazing guy I know.
Love you, sugar.
h a p p y v a l e n t i n e ' s d a y !
xoxo
Thursday, February 13, 2014
prayerful, thoughtful considerations
my friends,
I have been thinking a lot about this blog, and how terrible I am at writing posts. The fact of the matter is, I am imperfect, and I set too high of a goal for myself. This semester of nursing school is much busier than I thought it would be. A blog post a day is too much for me.
So the blog is going to change.
He has redeemed my soul from going down into the pit, and my life shall look upon the light.
Job 33:28
Behold, God is my helper; the Lord is the upholder of my life.
Psalm 54:4
Because your steadfast love is better than life, my lips will praise you.
Psalm 63:3
I am so imperfect, y'all, so completely imperfect.
I secretly, selfishly hoped this blog would be a reflection of a great life, a prayerful one, that without more specific details could be inspiring and bring more people to God. But that is not what the Bible says, of course, I knew this. The Bible talks about making disciples by being honest and real, revealing both the good and bad in my life. It does not talk about making disciples by bragging about how wonderful your faith is... which I, basically, had hoped to do. How selfish of me, how ridiculous of me to think I could do that.
So this blog is going to become a standard-type blog about my life. My ups and downs. My hopes and dreams. My slow but perfectly-timed discovery of God's plan for my life. Musings, things that strike my heart, the mundane realities of my life. But that is all I have to offer: my life and myself.
You can expect a new blog post once a week, possibly more if it's a light week of schoolwork or summertime.
I do hope you'll be back, my friend. I hope you come back many times.
I will continue to pray for things, and you can continue to let me know if you have prayer requests. I will still pray, of course.
You are a blessing for reading this and for joining me on this journey of revealing myself. And I am grateful for you.
xoxo
I have been thinking a lot about this blog, and how terrible I am at writing posts. The fact of the matter is, I am imperfect, and I set too high of a goal for myself. This semester of nursing school is much busier than I thought it would be. A blog post a day is too much for me.
So the blog is going to change.
He has redeemed my soul from going down into the pit, and my life shall look upon the light.
Job 33:28
Behold, God is my helper; the Lord is the upholder of my life.
Psalm 54:4
Because your steadfast love is better than life, my lips will praise you.
Psalm 63:3
I am so imperfect, y'all, so completely imperfect.
I secretly, selfishly hoped this blog would be a reflection of a great life, a prayerful one, that without more specific details could be inspiring and bring more people to God. But that is not what the Bible says, of course, I knew this. The Bible talks about making disciples by being honest and real, revealing both the good and bad in my life. It does not talk about making disciples by bragging about how wonderful your faith is... which I, basically, had hoped to do. How selfish of me, how ridiculous of me to think I could do that.
So this blog is going to become a standard-type blog about my life. My ups and downs. My hopes and dreams. My slow but perfectly-timed discovery of God's plan for my life. Musings, things that strike my heart, the mundane realities of my life. But that is all I have to offer: my life and myself.
You can expect a new blog post once a week, possibly more if it's a light week of schoolwork or summertime.
I do hope you'll be back, my friend. I hope you come back many times.
I will continue to pray for things, and you can continue to let me know if you have prayer requests. I will still pray, of course.
You are a blessing for reading this and for joining me on this journey of revealing myself. And I am grateful for you.
xoxo
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