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lanetzakh is transliterated Hebrew meaning "love [for eternity]" My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever. -Psalm 73:26 |
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025 | Travel
I like travel because, by definition, you are between places, which creates a lot of mental and emotional space. Not much is expected of you as a solo traveler. You are free to people-watch and make observations about humanity, free to stare out the…
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015 | Glamour
My computer crashed last night-back to posting on my phone- and my dog had diarrhea and it just wasn’t a blogging kind of day.
I’m beginning to think that my life will never be glamorous. I’m sure there will be shiny moments, but it might be mostly…
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006 | Confidence
Bullies are slaves to their insecurities, making others small to make themselves feel bigger. This is well known.
My quest for mental health and post-grad wandering has sapped me of internal confidence. Questioning the way your mind interprets and…
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004 | Commitment
Well, I have eleven minutes to complete this fourth, one hundred word post– on my phone. Clearly posts like this are not the spirit of the challenge, but as my friend Lacy reminded me recently, sometimes it’s just about commitment.
Commitment and its…
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Lacking Courage
Having a blog is a completely maddening undertaking.
I’d like to quit.
I hate the vulnerability it…
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A Look Forward
Today, I turn 23. This seems like a good time to share my hopes, fears and thoughts about the upcoming year. I have a terrible memory, so I want to record how I thought of my life on this February 1, 2013. Here is a photograph of where I stand now and…
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On Hospitality
Last week, in the middle of my overnight shift, a police officer informed me that they suspected a suicide of a guest. He was a man I checked in just a couple hours previously. I was the last person this individual spoke to before he attempted to end his…
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For the Crappy Weeks
There are weeks when life comes easy and you marvel that you ever questioned the goodness of it all.
And then there are other weeks.
Weeks when you find mouse poop all over your stuff. Weeks when a coworker dies at the age of 42. Weeks when you miss old…
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Rocky Mountain High, a guest post for Shared Justice
As I walked around the Presidential Debate Fest at the University of Denver earlier this fall, my friend and I perused the various booths representing every ballot initiative and special interest group relevant to this year’s election. I noticed the…
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What’s Old, Friend?
Meet up/Call/Skype.
Order a drink/Exchange pleasantries/Get comfortable.
“So, what’s new?”
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For me, that question has begun to fall into the same category as “Where are you going to college?” when I was a high school senior or, “What are you doing…
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Early Light
Can you fill in the blank? “If only _____, I’d be content”
“I know there is poor and hideous suffering, and I’ve seen the hungry and the guns that go to war. I have lived pain, and my life can tell: I only deepen the wound of the world when I neglect to give thanks for early light dappled through leaves and the…
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Reconciliation Dreaming
Yesterday Iwoke up feeling a hundred pounds lighter. I had dreamed of a beautiful reconciliation between myself and a former friend. In the precious moment between sleeping and waking, it was real, tangible. I thought, “What have I been so worried about?…
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This is the thing: when you start to hit twenty-eight or thirty, everything starts to divide, and you can see very clearly two kinds of people: on one side, people who have used their twenties to learn and grow, to find God and themselves and their deep…
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Still, Not Alone
I began this blog fueled by the inspiration of C.S. Lewis’s words, “We read to know we are not alone.” It’s how books become like beloved friends who stand beside us, helping us make sense of our hearts and world. Lauren Winner’s Still: Notes on a…
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On Yelling
I really hate fighting. I’ll admit that a fight against injustice is invigorating, but I’m talking about fighting with people I love. The gut-wrenching, heart-pounding, hands-shaking, I-might-be-sick-to-my-stomach fighting that ends miles away from where…
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“Whatever you do, make sure you remember friendship is not important based on “how many,” but rather “how loving” and “how loyal.” In a world of...”
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Gordon College in Wenham, Massachusetts. Submitted by melanielynnyates.
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“College grads are often sent out into the world amid rapturous talk of limitless possibilities. But this talk is of no help to the central business...”
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“No, no, there is no going back.
Less and less you are
that possibility you were.
More and more you have become
those lives and deaths
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Tomorrow's To-Do
Repent
Read Flannery (O’Connor), read Hemingway, and read Tolkien
Write
Make a discipline of writing
Check email— just once
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i’m sitting in my final juvenile justice class. after this class i’ve officially completed a certificate program and i’m accredited to work in...
