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The Bride and The Bridegroom

Hello everyone. I think this is going to be a tough post so sit down, buckle in, and get ready for some movement in this place. So, for those of you who do not know, I love the bachelor and the bachelorette. Like really  love these two shows. They sometimes feel like my Christmas given that I usually have a countdown to each new season and I keep a close eye on social media for any spoilers. I have an opinion on almost every contestant and if you were to ask me after the first episode, I'd probably have my guess of who I thought was going to win. (As a side note, in every season I have watched, my episode one pick has been in the top three...not to brag or anything...I just thought you should know). What I especially love about this show is how each new bachelor and bachelorette has such a different personality from the previous ones. But for some reason, this season's bachelorette--Hannah--has stolen my heart. She is the definition of a strong woman who is well-spoken and s

Anticipation

I woke up this morning thinking a lot about the disciples and how they probably felt on this day during their ministry with Jesus. I truly have an insane amount of respect for them. Today is the day between the crucifixion and resurrection of Jesus Christ and I could imagine how much sleep those men lost over what was expected to happen tomorrow. Every word exchanged in the upper room two nights before and all of the allusive parables told over the three years of ministry probably felt like their only source of oxygen as they waited. The hope felt life-giving, I'm sure. If I had coffee with one of the disciples today, I would ask them how they did it. How they coped with the idea that the prophecy could quite possibly be a lie and the man they had grown to know was an imposter. I mean, this day was the true testament of faith for these eleven men (given that Judas took his life after the betrayal. And...I'm sure he would have been rooting against  the prophecy if he had lived p

Dear Future Hubby...

Hello! I've been thinking a lot lately about my future husband. And by lately, I mean like for the past ten years he has been on my mind. Truthfully, I should say that he has been on my mind since I was a little girl. See, I've always been infatuated with the idea of marriage and finding a life-long companion and I think I have my mom and grandma to thank for this. They both have been praying for my future husband since literally the day I was born and growing up, they made this very well known. I remember being as young as ten years old and sitting with my grandma in her kitchen when she told me that she was praying for my future hubby. I can tell you with full confidence that ten year old Sydney thought this was the strangest thing in the world. I took one quick look at the boys in my fifth grade class and told my grandma that she could wait a few years before praying for my husband again. However, once I reached high school, I began to feel comfort in knowing that the Lo

A Wee Little Man

I've been feeling rather convicted of something recently so I thought: what better place to hash out my jumbled thoughts than the blog. So here I am. Hi. I should probably preface with a few things before we get started. First, you should know that I don't  always  know what I'm talking about (shocker, right?). And you aren't  always  going to agree with me (and that's okay!!). But please know that this post comes from the most sincere part of my heart to challenge and love you in ways that might make you feel uncomfortable. With that, I'd like to also point out that we are  called  to be uncomfortable. I had a friend of mine tell me the other day that I need to be speaking to more people I disagree with because my theological views aren't being challenged enough. So...this post might upset some of you. Truthfully--not to be rude--I couldn't care less. I stand by these opinions as much as I stand by my belief that Bigfoot does exist and that Biggie Sma

Deliverance.

I've been a bit heartbroken lately. I, like most (if not all) people, go through seasons of joy and seasons of sorrow. This season has clearly taken a sorrowful tone and I can't put words to exactly why. My heart aches for many things and this heartbrokenness--almost on a daily basis--leaves me in tears and leaves me exhausted. The sadness I feel is heavy and it shows itself in odd ways. I find myself crying over small things like the rain and feeling no motivation whatsoever to get out of bed in the morning. Now, before I continue, I'd like to mention that I do know what some of you are thinking. Yes, this sadness is a bit deeper than what most people feel but that is okay.  Before you diagnose me with anything, continue reading. This isn't actually about me. See, back to the good stuff, it seems like in this time, I know my battle. I wake up in the morning and pray hard against my enemy and prepare to fight the good fight. I wake up and clothe myself with the armor

Leaving the 99

Hello everyone. Yes, it has been an excessive amount of time since I last posted and yes, I am sorry. Not that many of you probably cared about my absence or even noticed but the polite thing to do is bring it up rather than ignore it. So here goes: I'm sorry I haven't posted in awhile. I have no excuses. Simply, an apology. I guess I should probably catch you up on my life. I am finally  back home in Cruces and I have been for awhile. As much as I would like to say that my semester in Spain flew and I can't believe where the time went, I'd rather just be honest. The semester went by at a fairly normal (if not slower than usual) rate and I know exactly where the time went. I could probably give you a play-by-play of my day if you gave me a specific date to walk you through. In any case, last semester was a wonderful experience but being home is even more wonderful. And now that I am back in Cruces, I've been able to jump back into the church and build those rel

Game Changer.

Hello, hello! I truly am terrible at introductions. A part of me hopes that one day I will get better and the other part of me has come to terms with my terrible introductions. Anyways, I guess I could start off by saying that this post has been a few weeks in the making. It began as a single sentence in the notes section of my phone and was added to/made sense of as time went on. The beginning sentence was typed up in the middle of the night when my mind wouldn't let me rest. I was wide awake and thinking of home when I pulled out my phone and typed up "the Lord has changed the game." Now, before I explain this sentence, I should give some background on myself. I am a planner. Not so much a day-by-day planner but I am very much a "big picture" planner. I have a very detailed idea of what my next five years will look like and any deviation from this idea makes me nervous. My five year plan involves ministry, peace corps work, and many other things--most of