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When God spoke to me through Harry Potter:
I don’t know if this is sacrilegious (God’s heard worse from me though, I’m sure. He’s used to it. In my last post I compared Jesus to Spongebob Squarepants. Sorry God. I just tend to find you in pop...
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The time Sarah Moon didn’t go to Anderson University
Once upon a time, I didn’t go to Anderson University. My story begins in fall of 2009, in the little town of Winona Lake, Indiana, at a little school called Grace College. Grace College was a magical,...
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Sometimes I yell at God.
I hesitate to write this post, since, with my previous posts about cutting, I am well on my way to becoming the stereotypical depressed blogger, and I prefer to refrain from things that are...
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Prodigals and Pig Pens
I secretly admire the Prodigal Son. Say what you want about his lifestyle choices, but that kid was brave. When he ended up in a pig pen, he was brave enough to go home. He was brave enough to look...
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When there’s nothing else to cling to….
You've got that right, Courage Wolf! I’ve not kept my recent spiritual struggles a secret. Anyone who’s read this blog will most likely recall a few spiritual temper tantrums. I’ve been a bit of a...
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This is where I am.
It started with an inappropriate, drunken phone call from an ex-boyfriend. I answered the phone with hopes of restoring a friendship, getting an apology, or finding closure. But my hopes were quickly...
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Sometimes I believe Mark Driscoll.
I’m sorry my writing has been so sporadic lately. I’ve been busy with school and I’ve been fighting off a particularly bad bout of depression for a few weeks now. I’ll try to write as often as I can,...
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