Gratefulness.

Gratefulness.

a year ago, i was pretty new to nashville. i didn’t know that many people, was really homesick for auburn and my people, and really hated grad school. while i was driving around nashville today, i started thinking about who and where i was a year ago. i’ve seen answered prayers in the friends that [...]

Your Roots Matter.

Your Roots Matter.

Each year we're either growing more into who God created us to be or running further and further away from Him and His sovereign plan. I know we're walking into a lot of unexpected situations, but God will provide us with not only instruction but also provision. Read more below! PS, sorry it's been a while. Took a bit of a break after finishing grad school!

Fear of Failure.

Fear of Failure.

In August, I walked into a classroom with 30 kids that were pretty much strangers, sat down, and began the fun dance of "where you from, where'd you go for undergrad, what was your major?" Classmate after classmate told me their major was business, finance, accounting, etc. I felt like a fish out of water. [...]

Rest in the Storm.

Rest in the Storm.

It’s really hard to navigate what’s safe to do anymore. Who is it okay to be around? Can you trust that the people around you have been safe and smart with their decisions in order to protect themselves and you from getting COVID-19? I think it’s hard knowing I can’t control what everyone else is doing; therefore, I don’t know who I can trust to be around. Read more below!

Mining for Gold.

Mining for Gold.

We love to worry. Well, we hate to worry, still we do it. We worry and it doesn't change anything. It just makes me overthink what is out of control. "Relinquish power to the Creator of the universe," I have to tell myself over and over. I cannot control a pandemic; however, I can control the way I act during this season. The problem here is I feel like we don't know what to do with these moments of pressing pause. We were running 100 mph and now we are forced to go the speed limit. The voices surrounding us have been limited, so we fill our mind with our own anxiety-ridden voice.