rebelling against low expectations
It’s almost noon, and today I almost broke down twice. I’m supposed to be happy, filled with joy, but today I can’t do it. I’m utterly broken, filled with that inexplicable sadness, and I don’t want this holiday season to come. Why? Because then I have to be happy–and that’s a foreign concept. I have to set aside my sorrows and somehow find joy. This year I’m not sure that’s something I can...
“Then the Lord God said, ‘It is not good that the man should be alone; I will make a helper fit for him.'” (Genesis 2:18) This verse used to stump me. It was something that caused me to prop my chin on my hand and say “huh!” If God knew man shouldn’t be alone, then why are there so many single people in the world today? As I sat back and thought about these...
In this life, there are many times that we’ll face something poisonous (yet popular) among people – even Christians. It’s called slander … or, in easier terms, gossip. Overhearing something that someone said and then spreading it. Or disliking a person so much you hope to bring them down by making them look bad in the eyes of other people. Maybe wanting to make yourself look good so that...
Sweaty palms. Feeling sick. Not wanting to go to Church because of that overwhelming feeling of dizziness. I would feel this way whenever I had something coming up: a skit, some sort of ceremony, when it comes to friends, and even when my brother would step up to play a piece at his piano recital. Things made me nervous – concerned. It’s completely natural to have anxiety about...
Dear Younger Sister, You know, it’s hard being a big sister sometimes. I always feel like I have to act perfect, look perfect, be perfect in order for you to appreciate who I am. And yet, when I think these thoughts, I need to remind myself that I am human – and so are you. Sister, please don’t make the same mistakes I’ve made. I’m here to guide you through them, but...
This past November, everything I knew to be mine was taken away from me. It started the weekend of Thanksgiving when I realized something was wrong with my arm. I could hardly write at all without it hurting, and every time I texted, my thumb completely locked up. By the end of that week, my arm was in complete pain and I could not write at all. I took three months off of math, most of my chores...
rebelling against low expectations
