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Stacey. 21. Jesus, coffee and writing. 8.10.11.♥ Remember you are loved. “Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways submit to Him, and He will make your paths straight." Proverbs 3:5-6 "And we know that in all things, God works for the good of those who love Him, those who have been called according to His purpose." Romans 8:28

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The Art of Being

I find the new year habitually refreshing. Not in a “new year, new me,” type of way, we all know there’s little chance that the number changing at the end of the date is warrant for someone to become a whole new person. But that is not to neglect the fact that we certainly change over the course of a year, hopefully that is. What a shame it is if we don’t. The start of a new year just feels fresh…

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There Is Always Hope

It has been quite a while since I’ve put words to paper. It has been significantly longer since I’ve posted. Lately, words haven’t seemed to be my escape. If that is good or bad, well I’m still not sure myself. In some light, it seems I haven’t “needed” the creative outlet. In others, it feels as though I’ve lost touch of that creativity. While my life has been a whirl wind, this remains: Writing…

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I am (Not) A Paradox

All I know is that I know nothing at all. I am a breathing paradox. The quietest form of loud, the toughest form of fragile, the most nonchalant form of passion. I am the simplest form of complexity you will ever meet. Buried in words that are an extension of myself and still succumbed to the fear of sharing them. I desperately long for words I will never say to people who don’t deserve the…

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(Broken) Promises

I ask only one thing of you, Let me be broken. Let me tell you the truth even when I myself don’t want to hear it. Let me sob into your shoulder and not feel weaker than I already am. Because more often than not, I am a mess even I can’t understand. Because it is rare I ever have things figured out. Let me be broken. Look past the past I am so quick to repeat. Let me spill my soul and still feel…

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The Pieces of Me

I am the patchwork of broken promises, quenching heartache, defining moments, intriguing influences, and undeniable destiny. Pieces of me have been torn off, given away, passed around, returned and rebuilt. I have fallen victim of those claiming pieces of me that were never theirs, and I’ve seen parts of me go with those passed on and those moved on. I’ve freely given away slivers of myself to…

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And then one day you look and realize you've made it. Despite everything, you have found your place. And while I don't believe my life is perfect, nor do I want it to be, and I don't think we ever "arrive," I do know that I have been made stronger, resilient. I have fought my way to finally being the person I want to be, imperfections included. And while I continue to make strides to improve, I am in love with who I've become. And I don't think there is anything more important. 💕 #justalittleselflove

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Hey friends!

Just a short update: Things are crazy! Good and bad and perfectly imperfect. I have been figuring out a lot of things. My self, my life and my friends, and what they all really are and what they all really mean. I am happy and I am sad but really I'm okay with that. I'm learning. And God is faithful even when I'm not.