whitney dziurawiec

This weekend I reread my old blogs from senior year and (if this isn't the most narcissistic thing you've ever heard) totally had a love gush for them. I wrote what I wanted, whenever I wanted. I posted them on Twitter where I have less followers. I didn't care how many "likes" my posts got because they weren't so public. I complained. I dreamed. I cried. I shared my struggles about crushes , about broken hearts , about love . I wrote through the process of accepting God's no's , and the misery of No Pants November . I wrote about potentially dating a doctor and you bet I wrote about sex . I bore my soul to you guys, whoever "you guys" is.  I   so   miss   that. I need this, friends. Because as I look back on where I was, I have a smirk on my face because I know where it led. And I refuse to miss out on that treasure. Of rereading with a smirk. It is the best. Way-too-long story short: I'm going to blog again. Sometimes they will be...

The bad thing about actually praying about what (if anything) you should give up for Lent is that usually it's something that will be extremely messy (sanctification level: atomic) and give you a greater sense of your inherent sinful nature and general suckiness. I thought giving up something like sweets or coffee could be good...the classic no-Facebook-for-Lent one is always sanctifying. Maybe trying to fast more, that's really religious! Spend an hour a day in the Word. Those are all great options. Which one, which one. I know! I'll pray about it! That's religious too . And then I prayed about it. Shoot. What I am fasting for Lent: bad attitudes. Ughh I hate even typing it. I wanted it to be something that doesn't become legalistic or works-based, but really pushes my reliance further upon Christ, I came to the conclusion late last night that one of the biggest things that keeps me from relying upon Christ, looking to Him, trusting Him, and rejoici...