Nikao (verb)/nik-ah'-o/ (Greek) To conquer, triumph, overcome, to be victorious
One day, as I was scrolling through my social media feed, I saw an intriguing video featuring two police officers and some protestors. Officer A was in the midst of scolding protestors, and suddenly shoved over one protestor already kneeling on the ground. Officer B sprinted into action by pushing Officer A away from the…
Recently, I watched a Netflix talk by Brené Brown on the necessity of vulnerability. Among the many great lessons she presented to listeners, one piece of wisdom stood out among the rest. Each day she settled to choose courage over comfort, and she encouraged viewers to do the same. “‘Be strong and courageous. Do not…
Recently, I had to make a return at a local grocery store. Before I could proceed to the customer service desk, one of the workers greeted me, and asked if he could see my return. He diligently rummaged through the items marking each tag to signify a return, and then marking those same items on…
The fear, anger and anguish of seeing black man after black man, black woman after black woman, being attacked, murdered and punished unjustly is too heavy for words. It’s difficult to comprehend the senseless violence that continues to take lives. But, when human comprehension fails, God speaks. I have no notion of telling you how…
In my house, I identify myself as an efficient, supersonic dishwasher. But, with this speed comes little nicks and dings on my fingers from various cooking utensils. One of my most memorable gashes came in the form of a vegetable peeler. As I washed it rapidly (too rapidly), I peeled off part of my thumb.…
Think of a place you’re most comfortable in – past or present. Maybe it’s a relative’s home, a best friend’s bedroom, a favorite teacher’s classroom, a sunny beach. For me, reminiscing about my childhood home makes me all warm and fuzzy inside. The harmony created within these walls was a solid rock throughout my ever-changing…
For as long as I can remember, I’ve always enjoyed writing – journal entries, short stories, poems, etc. For the younger me, it was easy to attach words to the worlds I created in my head because there was no pressure. Now, as I’m working towards a writing career, I’m consistently overthinking and repeatedly riddled…
As I watched Freedom Writers (again) this past weekend, parts of the movie struck me differently this time around. In particular, there is a scene where the students successfully raise enough money to bring Miep Gies to speak to their class – the woman who secretly housed Anne Frank and her family during the holocaust.…
A few years ago, I settled in my heart to forgive someone I hated for about ten years. After years of thinking I had finally forgiven, I soon realized I still harbored hate for a person who was and is one of the most important people in my life. Unforgiveness proved to be a terrible…
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