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Be a Ray of Hope

Be a Ray of Hope

I’m not a great person to write this. I spend more time trying not to drag my friends down than building them up. I’m not confident in my value as a friend. But maybe you aren’t either.  So what can we do? This isn’t about our value as people. It never will be....

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When You’re Ditched

When You’re Ditched

I don't know how many times I've been ditched. I never thought to count. Is that the kind of thing I should tally on the wall in my bedroom? Probably not.  My favorite is the time when a friend I met up for lunch turned around and started flirting with some guys...

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How to Survive the Birthday Song

How to Survive the Birthday Song

I turned 19 this week. Which means I had to endure the well-meaning but awkward tradition of people singing the birthday song to me. Multiple times. My roommate sang a few bars of it that morning. My dad sang it to my voicemail. My wonderful church family at Cambridge...

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Connect with your BFF rn

Connect with your BFF rn

Like I explained in this post last week, God is our BFF. But how do we connect with God as a friend? Just like other friends, He’s multifaceted. We can connect with each side of the trinity–Father, Son, and Spirit. Father God can be both our father and our best...

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Throw Away Your BFF

Throw Away Your BFF

Last week, my roommate (she’s awesome btw) wrote a blog post on How to be Horribly and Desperately Alone. I absolutely love her sarcastic comedy. But no matter what the title made you think, this post isn’t sarcastic at all. You should throw your BFF away, and here’s...

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3 Ways to Stop Loneliness From Killing You

3 Ways to Stop Loneliness From Killing You

Everywhere I’m hearing about the “loneliness epidemic” and how it'll kill us. Last year the US surgeon general warned that we need to treat the serious danger of loneliness in our culture. This article explains the health dangers and three different types of...

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Will It Hurt to Die?

Will It Hurt to Die?

I knew I might die in the next few minutes.  Cramped in the dark, we could hear it. All four of us, sitting chest to knees in our small pantry. We could hear it coming closer.  My feet pressed against my mom’s shoes across from me. My dad’s leg pressed...

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