Marshall's Blog

       Small eyes see more than we are often comfortable with. Especially when it comes to our own faults, internal logical inconsistencies, and insecurities. They learn slowly the truths they are permitted to speak and the ones that are not socially acceptable. They are not to tell the truths that hurt feelings. While many times this advice is warranted to learn how to be kind rather than cruel, the problem is our children will come across fragile people. Fragile people have many true statements that act like landmines ready for anyone intrepid enough to try and get to know them. The landmines are the times they are triggered, lash out, and attempt by inappropriate means to protect their fragile ego. We cannot avoid these people exactly and as such our children will not be able to either. They will meet them as their teachers, their friends, and their bosses. For folks that are typically non-confrontational we favor a filter that tries to avoid these unpleasant si...

 I know everything that I can do to be healthy, but lately I forgot. I forgot how good it feels to live in the moment rather than next week. I forgot how healing it is to be a healer for someone else. I forgot the need that writing fulfills in me. I'm not struggling, just forgetful. I'm not more sad now, I just forgot my happiness at home. I'm not lonely I just forgot that I have friends. I'm not really lost, I just sometimes forget where I am. I have my purpose, but just briefly forgot who I am. My prayer life isn't dried up, I just forgot how good it is to talk to Him. I know everything I need to live well again, recently I just forgot.

            I am 18 years old, just graduated high school and I am in my hometown of Big Spring, Texas or as many locals affectionately and bitterly call it “the whirlpool.” Why you ask? Because no matter how far you get it sucks you back in. That desperate feeling that young people often feel in small towns is very real. It seems like you will never break out into the big world and when you do it’s only a matter of time before you get sucked back in. In example of this, I had a college friend that made it all the way to New York, NY and after a few years of working and striving settled back home. You can only really understand the feeling if you have had it. During this summer I had a serious decision to make. I could launch my adulthood and move to a college town somewhere(anywhere) and take the risk of being sucked back home with less options than I started with or cope with the feelings and get two years of free college. In retrospect, such an ea...