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by Tiffany Nesbitt | Jul 30, 2015 | Beauty, Faith, Friendship, Identity, Streamroots Posts
Baby Steps She has no idea she’s beautiful. We’ve known each other for twenty years. Walks, meals, beach days. Heartaches, secrets, celebrations. Prayer. In the many seasons it’s looked different, but we’ve done life together and it’s been a joy. At some point... ![Common Threads]()
by Tiffany Nesbitt | Jul 16, 2015 | Family, Identity, Inheritance, Legacy, Streamroots Posts
Common Threads God delights in working through tribes, bands of folks who share a spiritual and oftentimes physical DNA. He demonstrated this idea thousands of years ago, taking those millions of wandering Israelites and grouping them into smaller camps identified by... ![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... ![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... ![Destined for the Greatest Low]()
by Tiffany Nesbitt | Jan 28, 2015 | Humility, Identity, Streamroots Posts
Destined for the Greatest Low Today, I am low. Not depressed, mind you. Not worried or overwhelmed. Low. It’s a place I’ve been learning to embrace for the past seven years, one which feels disagreeable and, quite honestly, repulsive to my natural self.... ![Fulfilled Identity]()
by Tiffany Nesbitt | Jan 7, 2015 | Humility, Identity, Streamroots Posts
Fulfilled Identity God wants it all. He wants all of me, every part. It’s with this idea that I wrestle, to one degree or another, every conscious moment. I squirm under the thought that a jealous God is satisfied with nothing less than everything. And in my...
