Abbie Miller
By RTF Editor Bekah Hamrick Martin
Some of you know my story.
Shame.
Loss.
Depression.
Worthlessness.
By Guest Writer Sarah G.
“Mom, I don’t feel good. I’m going to bed. Wake me up for dinner, please.”
That statement, I don’t feel good, was being said way too often in my house – every day after school. (more…)
When change is all around us, we can be assured that even change is a beautiful letdown.
Let this song by Switchfoot encourage you today.
By RTF Staff Writer Shannon Meiers
I’ve never been a huge fan of change.
Maybe because when I was little, it seemed that change only brought bad things. Change brought stressful jobs to my dad. Change moved me away from my best friends. Change was a little bit scary. And change hurt.
Then I grew up (not necessarily matured, just sayin’,) (more…)
By RTF Contributor Derek Hanisch
I looked in the mirror and smiled. With a little imagination I looked as if I belonged at Hogwarts. (more…)
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Your parents accept immediately. You pack your few belongings, and travel to the city.
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by BJ Hamrick, RTF Staff Writer
To be honest, I’m probably the last person who should write an article about self-respect. After all, I’m the girl who permed her hair, dyed her skin, and over-waxed her eyebrows… all in hopes she’d like herself when she was done. (Unfortunately, it’s hard to like yourself when your skin turns orange and your hair grows the consistency of cotton candy.)
It’s not just a girl-thing. Guys work hard to like themselves too. Whether it’s lifting weights, running, or choosing that one shirt that looks like you’re not trying at all (you wouldn’t want the girls to know!) – it’s important how you look.
But what about how you look on the inside? Experts say there’s more to liking yourself than having the perfect body. Knowing yourself – inside and out – is important too. (more…)
by BJ Hamrick, RTF Staff Writer
Crumpled and lost
In a new world
The wind blows hard
I’m tossed and hurled
Wasn’t it best
How I used to be
With legs to crawl
And eyes to see?
What are these frail
And aching things?
I call them pain
You call them wings
I wrote this in an e-mail to a friend one late night. I was struggling because I’d cried out to God so many times to heal me, and yet all of Heaven seemed silent. Then God reached down into my heart and showed me that the sickness I thought was tying me down, was the thing He was using to help me fly to new heights in my relationship with Him.