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by Tiffany Nesbitt | Aug 30, 2017 | Freedom, Journey, Streamroots Posts
Coming Into More I’m coming into the journey. In years past I was a staunch believer in destinations: finishing what I started. Achieving my goals. I was adamant in the conviction that accomplishment, be it monumental or insignificant, was the focus. Push through and... ![Coming Undone]()
by Tiffany Nesbitt | Apr 20, 2016 | Freedom, Perfectionism, Performance, Rest, Streamroots Posts
Coming Undone There isn’t a thing the matter with me. At least that’s what I’m being told. My head too often seems to gyrate with the notion that I have to be a different me to be a better me. You know… smarter. More hip. More together. And sometimes, many times,... ![Freedom’s Song]()
by Tiffany Nesbitt | Jul 1, 2015 | Celebration, Family, Forth of July, Freedom, History, Streamroots Posts
Freedom’s Song My country ‘tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing… The words fill the tight space of the Suburban closely packed with overstuffed luggage, dogeared books, treasured toys, two panting canines and four wriggling bodies. I turn to glance again... ![For the Sake of the World]()
by Tiffany Nesbitt | May 13, 2015 | Celebration, Community, Freedom, Identity, Revival, Streamroots Posts
For the Sake of the World Nothing is more compelling than sharing the breathing space of seven hundred world changers. We had arrived just in time for the ceremony, my husband and I, eagerly traveling six hundred miles in ten hours to join the commencement. Our second... ![The Same Power]()
by Tiffany Nesbitt | Apr 15, 2015 | Faith, Fear, Freedom, Inheritance, Streamroots Posts
The Same Power The warmth of April sun soaked our earnest conversation. Eyes squinting in the blaze of light, I could just make out the depth of pain splayed across her lovely face. A fresh onslaught of trials had hit this young one, and she was grappling for victory.... ![Original Design]()
by Tiffany Nesbitt | Mar 11, 2015 | Beauty, Freedom, Identity, Joy, Streamroots Posts
Original Design Who would I be if I were fully me? If I were completely alive to every nuance of the physical and spiritual DNA the Father conceived just to craft me? What if the layers of self, of sin, of this weary world were peeled back, exposing the raw...
