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December | 2014 | Planted by the River
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Planted by the River. To growing up: An open letter to my high school senior self. Yeah, you, right there. The girl with the list of things to do and a calendar to match. It’s me, well you. I’m you, in a year, and I have something to say. You do, that’s for sure. You do have places to go and people to meet, dreams to explore and a world you haven’t even seen the beginning of yet. You to slow down to stop wishing it all away. Like a coin there are two sides to this story. Is so so so good. To love while y...
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September | 2015 | Planted by the River
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Planted by the River. A journal entry from September 22, 2015:. When weeks are hard and long I am grateful for people who open their homes to give a retreat from the rest of the world. I am grateful for women who are willing to ask the hard questions and answering the confusing ones. I am grateful for the women who open their lives, homes, hearts, and always point to Jesus in the process. Thank you, Jesus, for the blessings that overwhelm my heart, you are too good to me. September 27, 2015.
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April | 2015 | Planted by the River
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Planted by the River. The Ocean and Conversations Without Words. For weeks I have been walking around restless and insecure. You might not could tell. That’s not the side I portray. That’s not the side I put on Instagram because let’s be real, that’s not the side that gets the likes. I on the other hand am not so sure. In fact, I have struggled, a lot. And I have cried, a lot, more than I have in a long time. Wanting to give up. Because I am weary. Because I don’t know how to rest. Or what to do next.
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An Open Letter: To the Lady in the Park | Planted by the River
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Planted by the River. An Open Letter: To the Lady in the Park. To the lady in the park,. Thank you. Thank you so much. For the words you spoke and the wisdom you so freely gave. You probably didn’t even realize what you did. But, what you don’t know, and what I’m writing to tell you is that you taught me something, even in our short time together. Wisdom that I have heard all too often, and though for every one time I have heard it seventy three more times would’ve probably helped. 1 I am prone to wander...
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November | 2015 | Planted by the River
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Planted by the River. I can still feel the fresh cut grass underneath my cold toes. I can smell the white spray paint that is crisply covering the green blades as a man with a funny machine makes straight lines across the field. It is probably too cold to be without shoes, but I am almost always without shoes. They slow you down, I know they do, no matter what anyone else says. Well, I am just one of the few lucky enough to call him daddy. I love you daddy,. For most, Friday night is just another night&#...
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March | 2015 | Planted by the River
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Planted by the River. The Hard, The Not Bad, and The Always Good. It’s been a while since I have written. It’s been hard, writing. Well, writing and life. They have both been difficult. Very difficult. I love to write, but lately I have found it so hard to sit myself down to write. So I am going to try to write this, and if (and when) it is isn’t eloquent as I hope, give me grace. Things have been hard, really. I don’t say that to get your pity or your apologies but to say this,. Fighting sin is hard.
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Planted by the River | growing deeper roots
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Planted by the River. My name is Payton. I was born and raised in Georgia. I am a current Boyce College student in Louisville, Kentucky. I love to travel and drink coffee and attend Fuge camps, because life change happens there. Pull up a comfy chair, grab a cup of coffee, start reading and enjoy. Blessed is the man who trusts in the Lord a. Nd whose trust is the Lord. Or he will be like a tree planted by the water, t. Hat extends its roots by a stream. And will not fear when the heat comes;. You changed...
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October | 2014 | Planted by the River
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Planted by the River. Do you see them? 8220;I do, how many do you think there are? 8220;A gazillion bazillion million! 8220;Wow, that’s a lot, do you know who made the stars? 8220;Yes, God.”. That’s right He did, God made the stars. He is holding them steady, and He is holding me steady too, the same God who holds the stars, who taught them how to shine, who calls them each by name, is holding me together. In every moment, God is the one holding me together. I’ll remember this, this moment of steady.
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The blessings of Fuge Camps | Planted by the River
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Planted by the River. The blessings of Fuge Camps. Camp was more than worth every minute. Throughout the summer I was able to serve with a group of 46 other people, and sometimes as many as 50. I saw these people all the time, throughout everyday. I saw these people weep for students and unbelievers, rejoice over salvation, mourn with one another in difficult times, and laugh while dancing in a time of celebration. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Address never made public). You are c...
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August | 2015 | Planted by the River
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Planted by the River. An Open Letter: To the Lady in the Park. To the lady in the park,. Thank you. Thank you so much. For the words you spoke and the wisdom you so freely gave. You probably didn’t even realize what you did. But, what you don’t know, and what I’m writing to tell you is that you taught me something, even in our short time together. Wisdom that I have heard all too often, and though for every one time I have heard it seventy three more times would’ve probably helped. 1 I am prone to wander...