Faith
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Restricted Vehicles
A girl stands, hand tightly tucked into her Father’s, at the edge of the ocean, water lapping at her toes and wind whipping her tendrils of hair. She can taste the salt in the air every time she inhales. As far as she can see are vast waters that appear to spread with no end. She looks up at her Father, whose gaze is fixed on her instead of the horizon. He smiles and speaks confidently. You asked to cross the ocean, and now it’s time. Everything you need is inside of you. The girl looks one last time at the infinite water, unclasps her hand from her Father’s, and…
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Repurpose and Rebuild
My prayer journal from this past April is littered with petitions to God to make a way for me to stay home again. I didn’t feel as though my remaining school sand had slipped through the waist of the hourglass, but I could feel a pull in my heart, a whisper that was telling me it might be time again. I just needed his confirmation, his timetable, and his provision to make it possible. Writing a tuition check for two kids felt like a shoddy bridge suspended over a mile high cavern we would be forced to cross. I’ve always known that teaching is not my final destination. That I…
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Maybe IDK
I’m dying. That’s certainly not the thought you want to have when you walk out of a doctor’s office, but that’s where I found myself this past week where I waited until I could lock myself in my car to let the tears fall. It was a routine appointment, one in which I became incredibly annoyed. I’m not sure why you are asked to disrobe, hang out in a paper gown with your derriere exposed on an examination table with no back support when they plan to make you wait in there like that for forty-five minutes. About thirty minutes in, I considered getting dressed again and just leaving, already…