rebelling against low expectations
Recently, I submitted a three-part story for a children’s magazine to consider for publication — a diary-type chronicle of my life as a pastor’s kid. As I waited for a reply, I had already begun to count my chickens. Diligently I calculated the compensation and multiplied it by three, imaged the cartoon-ish artwork that would illustrate the series, and hoped the editors would spell my name right...
The seconds ticked by. Usain Bolt stared ahead with extreme focus, tuning out the applause and listening closely to the hum of vibration as feet pounded in a steady rhythm against the track. A quick glance behind his shoulder told him that now was the time – HIS time. He sprinted forward and reached behind him. Grasping the baton tightly, he surged forward. The outcome of the race was now up to...
It had been a rough week. I was stressed out, and weary of doing all the small and big “hard things” in my life. More than that, I realized just how far my relationship with God had slid. Don’t get me wrong, I was still “a good kid”. As a Pastor’s Kid, I’m extremely involved in my church. I am productively (and at times insanely) busy with school, work, extracurricular activities, and of course...
rebelling against low expectations
