Tagged Jessica Boling

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Audrey Assad’s Heart: A Review

Audrey writes from her heart, and through her music God speaks to my heart. What seemed like a random click on an album link over a year ago now appears as a divine provision of encouragement.

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An Undistracted Life

Technology steals my time. I’ll quickly check Facebook, I tell myself. But a quick check becomes an hour-long foray: scrolling through status messages, chatting with a friend who happens to be online, and skimming multiple photo albums. Coming to my senses while clicking through photos of people I don’t know, I feel alarmed. What am…

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Nurtured and Grown

Merriam-Webster’s dictionary defines nurture as “training, upbringing.” When I step back and look at the way I was nurtured as a child and young adult, I can see the faithfulness of God in the words and actions of my parents. It is surprising that a young couple starting out with a screaming baby (me), feeling…

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Making the Grade

“What do you do?” Each time I meet someone, I’m faced with this question. As I grew into adulthood, answering it became second-nature, and when I hear it, the little speech I’ve prepared comes tumbling out of my mouth. The oft-rehearsed speech changes a little from year to year, and is usually painless to deliver….

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The Quiet Gift

“I feel like I’ve done all the talking,” I apologized, pausing for breath at the end of a lengthy monologue. “It’s all right,” my friend Jana replied. “You needed to process. I know you’d listen to me if I needed to talk.” I remembered the times I have listened to her verbally process doubts, insecurities,…

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Running Out of Strength

For years, I avoided running. Visions of sweating, panting, and possibly hurting myself were enough to keep me away from the pastime. Besides, I have a hereditary trait that causes my face to turn a brilliant shade of fire engine red when I exercise. My face doesn’t sweat — it glows — and feels like…

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The Invisible Monster

“I guess we’ll see you in August!” “Yeah.” I felt like I was on an amusement park ride, about to go over a near-vertical drop at breakneck speed. It was March 2006, and I’d just gotten off the phone with the residence life director at a boarding school in Germany. After the completion of an…

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Successful Failure

The smell of new books wafted from the cardboard box. The names Shakespeare, C.S. Lewis, and Sophocles danced across glossy covers. It was going to be a great year. I’d be using my college degree, doing something I’d dreamed about for a long time. After two years of serving as residence staff at a school…

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Woven Threads

I snuggled under the comforter, watching a movie on my laptop. Just as the hero was about to reveal his undying love for the heroine, I heard the scratchy notes of a violin from the next room. As the practice session commenced, I sighed, paused the movie, and leaned against my bedroom wall. A glance…

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The Weightless Life

The guilt starts early. I wake up and look at the clock, blinking the sleep from my eyes to make sure. The digital numbers proclaim 8:06. I've done it again. The alarm went off at 7:30, but I silenced it and fell back to sleep. Instead of spending that half hour with God, I spent…

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