Why had God called me to something that I was not good at? After nearly two years, did anything I do actually have any value for the Kingdom of God? Did God call me to something just to completely fail at it?
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“Just remember, if you have a fat 13-year-old who has a bad haircut telling you that you’re worthless, remind him that he’s stupid, and that Fall Out Boy isn’t the epitome of music (no disrespect).”
I’m officially on the downward slope to being 30. Here's 30 things I want to do by the time I’m 30 years old, in no particular order.
Ever wonder what my creative process looks like? Wonder no more.
There’s a place in Scripture that’s been haunting me lately.
I’m really good at is pushing my emotions down deep deep inside of myself and saying that everything’s fine, and I’m “great!” when internally I feel like (in the words of Michael Gary Scott), “it feels like somebody took my heart and dropped it into a bucket of boiling tears..."
Do I love God, or my own theological version of God?
The older I get, the more I realize that this struggle will never go away, but it will be a continual battle of seeing myself as good enough, not succumbing to fear that I am is a failure, and doing things that give me life.
Need to up your holiday game? I've got you covered.
My entire life I’ve been fighting this battle of “Do It Self”.
Six years ago, I said to myself, "man. I hope I never get old and boring, and want to spend a night in reading a book on a weekend."
One con is "You Have to Admit that You Once Cried as a 16-year-old Boy Listening to Dashboard Confessional".
The more that I was creative, the less self-loathing and less self-doubt came with the creativity.
My friend once asked, “isn’t that your fifth cup?” kind of judgmentally.
Pastor Grant and Pastor Rob quoting Anchorman changed my life, and for that I’m thankful (so if you’re somehow reading this, thanks fellas).
Before I became a Christian, I could have cared less about reading a Bible verse or reading some theological quip from a pastor with “#BOOM” after it.
Once upon a time I went to prom with my ex-girlfriend my senior year of high school.
At the beginning of this year, I signed up to run a marathon on my birthday (04/16).
What did people do before smartphones? Sit and wait patiently like some chump? Who wants that?
Right now I work at a high school cleaning poopy toilets (or being in “maintenance” if you want to make it sound fancy), being in classes, and am wrestling with finishing well with my classes.