Java and I have been in a long-term relationship ever since I could talk. Ok. Maybe you haven’t noticed, but I have an obsession with coffee. Yes. I admit it. Coffee shops are my kryptonite. I try to evade the sweet scent of intoxication, but I can’t resist – I can’t pass by
    Bullets ricocheted off of each locker – each pelt of the metal echoed across the crowded hallways. Each scream, each whisper, each plea for mercy echoed within that small space. We can turn the channel. We can turn a blind eye. However, we can’t stop the questions – we can’t stop the gnawing
    The aroma of organic coffee beans, fresh hair gel and musky cologne waft through the air and beckon me to step into the modern amphitheater. The lights grow dim and the crowds push forward, yet the volunteers stand their ground like sentinels at their post – no one blinks and no one moves.
    “Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.” Welcome to the incessant sound that invades my space and challenges my senses. It won’t stop. Regardless of how many times I’ve examined the cup or peered at the lid, this monolithic drip continues to challenge my patience and peace. Why? What is wrong with this Starbuck’s cup? THEN,
  As I clicked “Send,” I said a quick prayer and waited for their response. I need this meeting. I need this client. I need this opportunity. I REALLY need a nap. It seemed like hours and THEN, I heard it –  the beautiful sound of victory – “You’ve got mail.” I know what you
    “WOW” The key word encircled the room – beckoning us to take heed to this catchy saying. We were asked to whisper it to our neighbor, bellow it across the room and hide it within our soul. The room was held captive by this pastor’s riveting personality, but the message was lost within a sea
    We live in a culture that sensationalizes “purpose”. Somehow, we’ve come to believe that this illusive concept is the missing link to an assurance of fulfillment, riches, and comfort. However, anyone who has embarked on a journey to find their purpose knows that the quest is not an easy one. It’s often laced
      I grew up believing a lie. As a Christian, much of what I accept as truth is based on faith – belief that the Bible is the infallible Word of God, and that my experiences are a small part of a story that is unfolding to His glory. That’s not the lie.
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      Job Interviews are intimidating. Within an hour you will share you career and education history to a total stranger with the hopes of them liking you and in exchanging giving you thousands of dollars a year. Ok, maybe it’s not that frightening to some, but the reality is in our culture today