A Tale of Acceptance
The prompt for this week is "Acceptance."
3, 2, 1... Go!
//Last week, I started an internship at a local elementary school called Clifton Hills. I'm with a precious group of Pre-K kids, and am helping the Hispanic students to practice content learned in class, but practicing it with them in their native language.. . .
The word for this week is support. Ready?
3, 2, 1...
//I started an internship last Friday at a local elementary school. I am a classroom assistant, spending time with the Hispanic students speaking to them in their home language: Spanish. I'm supporting their language development in their first language. Fun fact: when . . .
I have the awesome opportunity to go to the Dominican Republic on a mission trip next semester during spring break through an organization on campus called the Wesley Center.
In order to raise money for it, I'm going to be selling $2 poetry.
What do I need from you?
If you'd like it on a nice . . .
The prompt for this week is the word "Work."
3, 2, 1... Ready? Go.
//The word "work" often has a really negative connotation. It is something we have to do. We have to go to make money; we have to deal with the stress and the co-workers and the stuff that work throws at us.
Work is often obligation . . .
This is going to be my soul on a page, so bear with me. It's time for a conversation.
I am twenty-one. I am a Christian. And I struggle with anxiety and depression. Mental health can be a touchy subject within the body of Christ, and in the world around us.
It's messy. It's uncomfortable. It can be hard to understand.. . .
This post is part of the Five Minute Friday Link-up by Kate Montaung!
The word for this week is "Neighbor." 3, 2, 1... Go.
Neighbor. El vecino in Spanish. The word has a heavy connotation to it, especially this past week with Hurricane Harvey.
Neighbor. Not one who just lives beside you, but one who does . . .
As human beings, we crave attention. We crave the satisfaction of knowing that someone has seen our job well done. We thrive when someone notices all the great things we're doing.
Sometimes, though, all the things we are called to do seem awfully thankless. It's tedious, sometimes, going to the same job or the same classes or doing the . . .