Just be it.

I was reading a blog post a little while ago and got the most amazing high off the words that were written. They are words I wish I could so eloquently write and speak and inspire into others. It impacted me and it hits me in so many ways.

“You’re weird. You’re a little odd. You’ve never fully fit in but you are finally coming to grips with the fact that you don’t really want to be a follower. And baby, if you don’t want to be something then just don’t be it.” (HB)

If you’re not a follower, don’t be one. You weren’t born to sit in a corner and be silent. You weren’t born to be trampled over or to be defeated by the inevitable adversaries or the people and things of this world that try to break you down. That’s not you, so refuse.

Remember you are a fighter. You are a warrior and you are strong and you are made in the image of THE most powerful.

If you were born a leader. BE IT.

Those situations that seem like an entire lose-lose scenario, do what you know is right. Make your decision based on your calling and your passions and where you feel the Lord is leading you. Whatever the circumstance, be confident in your choice and live it and love it. People aren’t going to agree with you. They may not understand, but you must listen to what your heart is telling you. This doesn’t mean you are selfish, it doesn’t mean you are weak, it may mean you are confident in the path that the Lord is placing before you.

Don’t let people bring you down. You are too beautifully made in the Lord to be down.

Be BOLD. Be honest. Be truthful to yourself.

Just be it.

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I’m not gonna tell you that you’re beautiful.

This is inspiring.

hannah brencher.

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I used to wait for my roommates to go to sleep so I could creep down the hallway into the kitchen and fill a bowl with food.

It was odds and ends of the things I could find in the fridge and I would eat until I reached the bottom of the bowl. I never told anyone how I was a vacuum cleaner at night, that I was trying to fill some kind of emptiness inside of me. It was a secret sworn between me & cutlery & the 1am hour.

I’d cry & I’d cry & I’d cry. And no one knew the desperation that visited me when I no longer knew how to control myself. How I just wanted to shrink smaller, smaller, smaller until I could disappear. Who taught me to be less? Who taught me to be so fragile?

My mama is like a gust…

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His Side: Can guys and girls be “just friends”?

So much truth.

Insecurely Movement

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Can Guys and Girls Be “Just Friends”?

Nii Abrahams

It’s a picturesque fall afternoon. Out of the corner of his eye he sees her from across the park. He notices what she has and realizes he has to have it. He immediately stops what he’s doing and sheepishly approaches. She sees him coming and begins to lock her eyes with his. As he nervously steps into the sandbox, he musters up the courage and asks: “Can I play with you?”

What happened to the sandbox experience? Do you remember those times when guys and girls had no expectations of each others’ company other than the possible risk of getting cooties (which we all knew you could easily wipe off)?

Somewhere between recess and freshman orientation we’ve turned the innocence of coed relationships into this intensely awkward samba of mixed feelings and sexual frustrations. One of the biggest beliefs that society…

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