Love is Indispensable

It's been awhile since I have written on here, but I'm glad to be back. A lot has happened since the last time I posted. I'm half-way through my senior year of college with graduation right around the corner. I've lost some close people in my life, but also gained some new friends. I've had my fair share of trials but also been very blessed by God's grace and mercy, undeservingly. But besides all that, today I want to talk about church. And just letting y'all know, it's honesty hour right now. This may seem like a rant, but I genuinely want to hear y'all's thoughts on what I have to say. Growing up, going to church every Sunday and everything that comes with the Southern Baptist religion became pretty much second nature to me. Praying consistently, singing Hymns and contemporary worship music, going to church events, mission work, etc. It wasn't until I got into college that I realized how empty so many of those actions were for me. Don

I sit here in my one bedroom apartment while my mind shifts through every emotion possible. Just recently I shared some great news involving my internship, which is something I'm very grateful and excited for. But even more recently, I found out some information involving one of my best friends of 7 years. While this information is private, it is something that is really hard for me to deal with. It's heartbreaking, infuriating, confusing- something hard for people to truly understand how it is affecting me. I'm having to make one of the hardest decisions of my life. So I sit here, begging God to heal my hurt, heal my spirit, and give me guidance. Even more, I ask Him why I sit here with a broken heart after giving so much for my best friend. Loving them unconditionally. Why? Why do I have to let them go? This doesn't seem fair. As humans, we falter. We sometimes hurt the people close to us. As I sit here, I wonder how God does it. I wonder how He gives us unlimited

To start this off, I'm not writing this just to state my opinion on abortion, or judge other's opinions on abortion, or call anybody out. I'm writing this because as a 21-year-old female college student, I've come to the concerning realization that so many people, especially around my age, don't know the facts surrounding abortion. I think this is a pressing issue, because no matter what position you hold, you should be able to defend it so that your moral compass and facts align. As one final disclaimer, I'm not even going to bring religion into this post, just scientific facts and credible statistics, of which I will source at the end of this post. I encourage everybody, regardless of your position on abortion, to read this.  Let's start at where life begins. You'd think that because we are taught in school from a young age that life begins when a sperm and an egg combine to form a zygote that it is when most people believe life begins. However, tha

The saying we hear all the time, "Communication is the key to success," illustrates a simplistic idea of what we experience everyday. Communication is ever-evolving, with new, innovative ways to communicate with each other. What is communication? Well, the dictionary defines it as: "The imparting or interchange of thoughts, opinions, or information by speech, writing, or signs." But is it really that simple? Not one bit. Is it important? Extremely. This semester I've really had my eyes opened to the legitimate, complicated process of communication. Whether in business or relationships, communication is a complex system of purpose, emotion, strategy, and expectations. When they say everyone communicates differently, they are absolutely right. Recently I've taken the opportunity to be a selected member of the National Society of Leadership and Success. I've only done one event so far with this group, but the very first thing they talked about in ori

I've been seeing a lot of posts lately from ladies who have just recently gotten out of relationships. I see the heartbreak, and I see the recollections of past hurts as well as good memories from the last relationship. For all you girls out there with a broken heart, this one's for you. (And a s a disclaimer, I'm not here to bash guys and exes. I'm here to help mend, not make things worse.) I've been where you are. Most girls have, and there are the lucky few that haven't. And we all hear the same message from those around us after a tough breakup- "You'll find someone better." and "It just takes time, you'll be okay." The thing is, we hear it- but that's not what we want to hear. We want that guy to come back and tell us he made a mistake. That he wants us back and that he'll try even harder than before to be the best guy he can be for us. We want to talk to them again. The other half of the time, we're furious. Some

I haven't posted a blog in awhile, mainly because I haven't had anything to write about. But here I am again. This time I'm here to give an update on what's happening in my life after a few months. For those who probably don't know, I changed my major. I am now a business administration major, in hopes to work for St. Jude's fundraising/meet and greet branch called ALSAC. I switched from nursing, not because I didn't want to help those kids anymore, but many reasons actually. I got a job last fall as a scribe for a hospital here in Denton. That job sucked to be blatantly honest. I worked 10-12 hour shifts, sometimes super early in the morning, sometimes overnight. It was very taxing on me while I was in school. I also only got paid minimum wage, which I feel was not worth the job itself. During that job, I saw a lot of what nurses have to deal with, as well as figuring out I have PTSD from my childhood cancer treatment. PTSD can develop later on after ch