You Were Made

You Were Made

You were made to be you, and you were made with a purpose.

You were made with those dimples and that crooked grin. You were made with frizzy hair and those glistening eyes. You were made with an uneven nose. You were made with a fragile heart. You were made full of adventure. You were made with freckles, and you were made with sun-kissed skin. You were made to be curious and emotional. You were made uncoordinated. You were made to be short or tall, meek or boisterous, artistic or analytical.

You were made to be you, and you were made with a purpose.

You were made with all of your insecurities. You were made with all of your flaws. You were made with unique strengths and a life filled with mountains that only you could climb. You were divinely planned for and constructed. Everything about you was needed here on this Earth. So you were made... by a God so mighty that He made planets and oceans. He made trees and clouds. Everything he creates radiates with beauty and you are no exception.

I think, and by think I mean I know, there are times in life-especially in this college stage where we completely question our purpose here on Earth. And, not so much that we question what we are supposed to be accomplishing, but our ability to do so. We question ourselves more so than we question God.

We have a hard time with one thing, or a string of things, and we allow ourselves to feel defeated. Suddenly we doubt our aptitude and become our own worst enemy. It’s because we forget about this one key idea. While we were made to be all these phenomenal things, we weren’t made to be perfect. Perfectly made, yes, but made to be unbeatable, all-knowing, or flawless- not quite.

Despite the ego we as man carry, we are such a frail species. We have breakable bones and breakable spirits, and we were beautifully and wonderfully designed to be this way. God intended for us to have troubles. He knew that this life we live would be hard, but among all of the other things he was busy producing he created us, and created us capable. Every tiny aspect that makes you you, down to the way you play with your hands when you’re nervous was a specific tactic given to you so that you could accomplish what our God will throw your way. So out of all the things you were made to be, the most important thing is that you were made to be enough. Enough in the eyes of the one that planned out your life. You may not be enough to a boyfriend, or a best friend, or to your siblings or parents. You won’t always be enough in the eyes of the world, and you won’t always feel enough in the eyes in your head. But, in the eyes of the Lord you are amazing.

So while you may feel as if the struggles are too hard and your nights are too long, when you finally reach that light at the end of the tunnel you’ll realize it was just a mirror reflecting the radiance you had been projecting all along. The light that comes from the God of all creations and a light that can only shine from you. You were made to be brilliant, mesmerizing, and astonishing.

And, you are all of these things simply because you were made.

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College As Told By Junie B. Jones

A tribute to the beloved author Barbara Parks.

The Junie B. Jones series was a big part of my childhood. They were the first chapter books I ever read. On car trips, my mother would entertain my sister and me by purchasing a new Junie B. Jones book and reading it to us. My favorite part about the books then, and still, are how funny they are. Junie B. takes things very literally, and her (mis)adventures are hilarious. A lot of children's authors tend to write for children and parents in their books to keep the attention of both parties. Barbara Park, the author of the Junie B. Jones series, did just that. This is why many things Junie B. said in Kindergarten could be applied to her experiences in college, as shown here.

When Junie B. introduces herself hundreds of times during orientation week:

“My name is Junie B. Jones. The B stands for Beatrice. Except I don't like Beatrice. I just like B and that's all." (Junie B. Jones and the Stupid Smelly Bus, p. 1)

When she goes to her first college career fair:

"Yeah, only guess what? I never even heard of that dumb word careers before. And so I won't know what the heck we're talking about." (Junie B. Jones and her Big Fat Mouth, p. 2)

When she thinks people in class are gossiping about her:

“They whispered to each other for a real long time. Also, they kept looking at me. And they wouldn't even stop." (Junie B., First Grader Boss of Lunch, p. 66)

When someone asks her about the library:

“It's where the books are. And guess what? Books are my very favorite things in the whole world!" (Junie B. Jones and the Stupid Smelly Bus, p. 27)

When she doesn't know what she's eating at the caf:

“I peeked inside the bread. I stared and stared for a real long time. 'Cause I didn't actually recognize the meat, that's why. Finally, I ate it anyway. It was tasty...whatever it was." (Junie B., First Grader Boss of Lunch, p. 66)

When she gets bored during class:

“I drew a sausage patty on my arm. Only that wasn't even an assignment." (Junie B. Jones Loves Handsome Warren, p. 18)

When she considers dropping out:

“Maybe someday I will just be the Boss of Cookies instead!" (Junie B., First Grader Boss of Lunch, p. 76)

When her friends invite her to the lake for Labor Day:

“GOOD NEWS! I CAN COME TO THE LAKE WITH YOU, I BELIEVE!" (Junie B. Jones Smells Something Fishy, p. 17)

When her professor never enters grades on time:

“I rolled my eyes way up to the sky." (Junie B., First Grader Boss of Lunch, p. 38)

When her friends won't stop poking her on Facebook:

“Do not poke me one more time, and I mean it." (Junie B. Jones Smells Something Fishy, p. 7)

When she finds out she got a bad test grade:

“Then my eyes got a little bit wet. I wasn't crying, though." (Junie B. Jones and the Stupid Smelly Bus, p. 17)

When she isn't allowed to have a pet on campus but really wants one:


When she has to walk across campus in the dark:

“There's no such thing as monsters. There's no such thing as monsters." (Junie B. Jones Has a Monster Under Her Bed, p. 12)

When her boyfriend breaks her heart:

“I am a bachelorette. A bachelorette is when your boyfriend named Ricardo dumps you at recess. Only I wasn't actually expecting that terrible trouble." (Junie B. Jones Is (almost) a Flower Girl, p. 1)

When she paints her first canvas:

"And painting is the funnest thing I love!" (Junie B. Jones and her Big Fat Mouth, p. 61)

When her sorority takes stacked pictures:

“The biggie kids stand in the back. And the shortie kids stand in the front. I am a shortie kid. Only that is nothing to be ashamed of." (Junie B. Jones Has a Monster Under Her Bed, p. 7)

When she's had enough of the caf's food:

“Want to bake a lemon pie? A lemon pie would be fun, don't you think?" (Junie B. Jones Has a Monster Under Her Bed p. 34)

When she forgets about an exam:

“Speechless is when your mouth can't speech." (Junie B. Jones Loves Handsome Warren, p. 54)

When she finds out she has enough credits to graduate:

“A DIPLOMA! A DIPLOMA! I WILL LOVE A DIPLOMA!" (Junie B. Jones is a Graduation Girl p. 6)

When she gets home from college:

"IT'S ME! IT'S JUNIE B. JONES! I'M HOME FROM MY SCHOOL!" (Junie B. Jones and some Sneaky Peaky Spying p. 20)

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A Poem: My Mother

In honor of Mother's Day, that was on the 12th, here is a poem dedicated to my mother.


To the only person who can be my mentor, friend, and leader at the same time

To someone who would make me read my own books before bedtime

And puts everything down to make sure there is a smile on my face

To the person that I find impossible to ever replace.

Somehow you are always right even when it seems wrong

And when the worst does happen, how do you still manage to stay so strong?

I'm not only impressed but inspired by you

Knowing that somehow you'll always know me better than I do.

When I'm frustrated and annoy you, you simply try to understand me

Because you have always told me that even when you can't understand, plain acceptance is the key

You have listened to all my laughs, heard me cry, and felt my emotions like they were your own

You are the only reason I am joyous and the security I need to know that I am never alone.

To the only person who has truly taught me how to live

And watched me grow and make mistakes yet still knows how to forgive

Because that's who she is, certainly not like any other

There are many women but none like my own mother.

Happy Mother's Day!

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