“”I have the right to do anything,” you say–but not everything is beneficial. “I have the right to do anything”–but I will not be mastered by anything.” 1 Corinthians 6:12 One of my favourite projects in my undergrad was an essay on this chapter of Paul’s letters to the Corinthians. This particular part has always …
In honour of my first day at a new job for a company I am thrilled to represent and work for, I thought I would share the lunch I brought today. It was delicious, filling, quick, and easy. Dairy-free and vegetarian, and well-rounded in carbs for lasting energy, and protein and fat for satiety. And, …
Rejoicing. Absolutely rejoicing. This has been my goal for so long: getting two periods in a row. Well, to be precise, my GOAL has been to get three in a row… but, you can’t get three without the first two, and I haven’t missed less than 3 months between periods in just about 8 years, …
Oh man. Hi, Reader. How are you?! This post is a long time coming. But it is being written for the one who finds his or herself in the same position that I am about to outline here. It’s a position I feel a heavy call to write about, share about, and, hopefully, encourage others …
You look healthy. It tops the list of things NOT to say to a recovering/recovered/suffering person with an eating disorder. While, to most, this is a compliment; a good thing; the mental illness that is an eating disorder is a pro at twisting positive things into negatives. There was a time that this compliment “triggered” …
Raise your hand if you were a picky eater as a kid. (I’m raising my hand). I was the PICKIEST of the picky. I could count the number of foods I was happy eating on both hands (well, both hands if you’ll allow me to put “Halloween candy” on one finger). I hated meats besides …
I knew I was a fan of Stephanie Buttermore the first time I ever watched one of her videos. Not only was it clear that she was a kind person, but it was clear that she was an all in kind of person. I have a massive appreciation for the art of video editing, and …
The Procrastination Station.We’ve all been there. Itching to write, but finding our thumbs scrolling instead, our minds numb rather than busy. Staring at the mountain of laundry begging to be folded in order to free up the bedroom to look like something from a Pinterest board, but succumbing to another episode of This Is Us …
I have an unwavering, overwhelming, constant need to write. I’ve had it since before I can remember. When I was in fourth grade, my teacher entered a paper I wrote in a writing contest that I ended up winning. From that point forward, I was told my every English teacher that I should keep writing. …
I had just told myself university would not be the time for a boy. But God knew differently. I noticed Johnny Fulford the moment I sat down in my Tuesday afternoon “Public Faith and Theology” class. He was smilely, shy-looking, and downright handsome. When the professor asked us students to share our names, and a …