All of this. Oh how I can relate. “Give yourself patience, lee-way and room for mistakes.” Source: The Truth About Moving Somewhere New By Yourself | Thought Catalog Advertisements Continue reading The Truth About Moving Somewhere New By Yourself | Thought Catalog
What to do when you don’t know what to do? Do the next thing. Even Oprah said it herself. Whenever I am overwhelmed, whenever I’ve finished praying and I’m like “now what?” I just do the next thing. It doesn’t have to be big. The next thing may not even have anything to do with … Continue reading Do the Next Thing » Vaneetha Rendall
I stumbled upon this piece tonight, and it really hit me because it’s really real. Unfulfilled desire or longing is a special hell of its own. At first it may start off as rather asinine and small and bearable and meetable. It is the wait that often swallows people. It’s the not knowing what will … Continue reading How Can Unfulfilled Longings Be a Blessing? » Vaneetha Rendall
I’m so tired of seeing people twist and misinterpret Scripture for their own twisted, evil aims — not just when talking about sexuality, but when talking about or doing anything — from braiding hair to war crimes and genocide. In twisting the Words of God, you misrepresent God. And that’s not fair. Nor is it right. Continue reading Stop Misusing Scripture
This was a really, really good, beautifully written piece. My favourite passages: “In a moment of brutal honesty, one of them said to John, “I just don’t understand how you can have sex with the same woman all the time. That seems boring.” Without hesitation, John said with a straight face, “I don’t have sex with the same … Continue reading Good Lovemaking Is About God | Desiring God
I’ve decided to talk about my vagina. I dub this post, “the vagina tales.” Not “Veggie Tales” but “Vagina Tales.” Or, perhaps, the lack thereof. Continue reading Why I’m Still a Virgin at the Ripe Old Age of 29
My dear readers, you must understand — I rarely get this angry. So angry that I have thought about this case day in and day out — at work, on the bus, at home. So angry that I stare at my computer screen in a daze. So infuriated that I write with tears in my eyes as my heart pounds in my chest. I’m not an angry person by nature. But there are times in life when you witness something so unconscionable — something that literally shocks the conscience of anyone who has one — that all one can hope to do is weep and write. Continue reading Last Week I Was Tired. Tonight I’m Angry.