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What is love? Baby don’t hurt me. | Poetry in the Margins

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Poetry in the Margins. Snap back to reality, oh there goes gravity. →. Baby don’t hurt me. July 25, 2015. She pushed through the swarms of people at the bar, needing desperately to put distance between him and herself. “Sorry,” she whispered after stepping on Blondie’s foot while speeding out of the court yard. The car lit up and she praised God that the parking space was right outside the stone walls. Does he only plan the big things like my career, or my ultimate soulmate? Ever since I was in high scho...

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Missionary wife cat mom breakfast enthusiast. September 1, 2016. September 2, 2016. Monday marks one year of marriage. One year of figuring out how to love someone more than I love myself. One year of cover snatching and Netflix binges. One year of hard days followed by laughs and awkward dance moves. One year of writing songs to our cat and having more arguments over driving than I could’ve dreamed. Grand Canyon anniversary trip! Eating all the food Cbus arts fest offered. Being our cat for Halloween.

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Missionary wife cat mom breakfast enthusiast. May 13, 2015. May 13, 2015. Hope: verb used with object. 6 to look forward to with desire and reasonable confidence. 7 to believe, desire, or trust. Thanks dictionary.com for the definition of hope. A word plastered on signs and jewelry and Hallmark cards. Without this word, without hope, our days on this tragedy strewn planet would be impossible. Lately, I’ve struggled with the concept of hope. What do I desire? What do I trust? I tossed under my blankets st...

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Poetry in the Margins. Newer posts →. Us when we grow up. September 6, 2015. When I was younger, I had a file folio where I kept every folded note, every birthday card, every candy gram. They say there wedged beside the multitude of programs for musicals I was in and concerts I sang at. Through the years (and many episodes of Hoarders later), the files got smaller and smaller as I realized that some things just weren’t so necessary to keep. Counting bruises and broken bones. September 1, 2015. So there I...

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Darcie Jenkins | Poetry in the Margins

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Poetry in the Margins. Author Archives: Darcie Jenkins. Love everything, but be attached to nothing. June 9, 2016. Mom picked me up from the airport that summer. I had just graduated high school but wasn’t quite ready to claim independence yet (cue: “I’m Not a Girl, Not Yet a Woman”). I laid my head against the window as tears rolled down my face. I had only been in Oklahoma for a week, but somehow, coming back to my small town felt like a prison sentence. 8221; that make all the difference in the world.

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Five Miles Below the Speed Limit… | Whit & Words

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Missionary wife cat mom breakfast enthusiast. Five Miles Below the Speed Limit…. May 1, 2015. Hello sweet friends,. Per usual, it’s been awhile. Life whirls past and my days quickly fill and my minutes seem too precious to write. Oh how I hope to change this perspective. As we go through various topics including: roles/responsibilities, communication, and money, we’ve spent some time learning about “conflict.”. As we’ve been working through these conflicts and talking to our mentor couple about the...

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F A I T H | Whit & Words

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Missionary wife cat mom breakfast enthusiast. May 31, 2016. May 31, 2016. Last week, I sat in a cozy home in Victorian Village surrounded by my life group. Men and women who want to follow Jesus into adulthood. Men and women who encourage, inspire, and dream together. At some point between our awkward ice breakers (sorry Jon, ice breakers are always somewhat awkward) and deep faith discussion, I had a minor epiphany. This simple, weighty truth followed me this week. I find that my lifelong battle wit...

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Flecks of gold in a world of grey.  | Poetry in the Margins

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Poetry in the Margins. Ignorance is bliss (all the beautiful elements of a strangers wedding). All these patterns like fancy brickwork. →. Flecks of gold in a world of grey. June 18, 2015. 8220;But what happens when your happy can’t make you happy? I couldn’t sleep that night laying there clutching at the comforter trying to make patterns of the ceiling tiles. How does someone become that hopeless. I wondered sadly, praying that I would never get to that point. We need happiness to last in moments to rem...

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All these patterns like fancy brickwork. | Poetry in the Margins

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Poetry in the Margins. Flecks of gold in a world of grey. Jameson and Jack. →. All these patterns like fancy brickwork. July 5, 2015. 8220;You are my friend. You’ve always mattered.” If those words were a lie, they’re the prettiest lie you’ve ever told. Patterns. Like the two large books you forever kept on your dining room table or the ripped up jeans you would throw on during your mornings off work. Like the watch you so carefully laid out at night, or the bed you made so neatly after waking up. You ar...