If your upbringing was anything like mine, then your parents probably used the phrase, “If you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all” on at least a few occasions. What if someone else’s parents didn’t tell them that? What if they did say something that wasn’t so nice? What happens then? Maybe you used the good old “sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me.”
I don’t know about you, but every time I said that, I knew in my heart it wasn’t true. Don’t get me wrong. I’m the biggest wimp in the world when it comes to physical pain, so I have no doubt that if you throw a stick or a stone at me I’ll start crying, but there have been a few times in my life where words have hurt worse than any stick or stone on this earth.
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Picture this: It was the beginning of my final semester of college. I had landed an internship at a large non-profit in Atlanta, and because the other intern on my team had left, I had landed my own office. That’s right. A 10×10 room with my own desk and a wonderful view of the parking lot.
I know it might not sound that glamorous to you, but it was a very big deal to me.
Fast forward a month into the glory that was having my own office, and my boss stops by to talk to me one day. He proceeds to tell me that he was going to be hiring another intern, and when that happened, the new intern would share an office with me.
That was the end of an era. The days of having my own office ended more quickly than they began, and needless to say, I was not happy about it.
About a week later I met the new intern when she came in for her interview. Her name was Noelle. She seemed nice, but everyone’s nice at an interview. So after she left, I did what any college-aged girl would do in my situation: I stalked her on Instagram.
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I never saw us working out. We were as different as night and day.
But something about you pierced my heart, so I couldn’t walk away.
Initially, my guard was up. I was scared of another goodbye.
But you told me I was different and asked me to give us a try.
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Seven years ago, I sat in the back of my parents’ mini van on the way to my first college tour. My mom and I were chatting away about all of the exciting things that would be coming up in the next few years: graduating high school, moving into a dorm and of course, dating college boys. It was during that conversation that my mom encouraged me to make a list — that is, a list of traits and characteristics I was looking for in a guy. This way, I would have standards to go by, making it much more difficult for me to settle for just any boy who came along.
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To the girl who will marry my little brother,
Let me start off by saying that this isn’t one of those letters where I try to be the super intimidating, over-protective older sister so that no girl will think she’s good enough for my little brother. That’s not the goal here. In fact, that’s the exact opposite of my goal. I want you to know that I’ve been praying for you longer than you probably realize. I’ve asked God over and over to bring you into my brother’s life at just the right time, and I’ve asked that you would be the Lord’s absolute best for my little brother. I’m fully confident that He is going to answer that prayer, which makes me even more excited to meet you.
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Six years ago from yesterday, I loaded up my 2005 PT Cruiser with my tie-dye bedspread, my brand new backpack and boxes full of dorm decorations and ramen noodles. I packed that car from the floor to the ceiling and drove off to start my freshman year of college. It was one of those moments when I didn’t know if I was more excited or terrified, but either way it was an unforgettable feeling.
For a lot of people, college is your first taste of freedom. It’s an awkward limbo back and forth between being a teenager and attempting to be an adult. It’s (at least, if not more than) four years of nothing but learning about life on your own, about love and friendship and about a bunch of random crap that you’ll never need to remember after finals week.
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Less than two weeks ago, I moved out of my parents’ house into an apartment. So let me just start off by saying that adulting is a real struggle. I’ve been dealing with the electric company. I’ve fixed a toilet. I’ve learned that putting an envelope in the freezer for two hours won’t actually unseal it (thanks for nothing YouTube). Other than that, though, I’ve felt pretty prepared for life on my own, and I attribute a lot of that to my upbringing.
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