Encourage what will be…

I was standing in the middle of my stunt group with sweat pouring off of me. On one hand, we had been practicing for almost three hours. On the other, I had a coach about six inches away from my face ripping me a new one.

Fight for what could be…

But what if I didn’t have to live in my past? What if there were something better, much, much better? I pondered this question for some time. My past held me in chains, locked up with no hope of escape. To be completely honest, I still live enslaved to the past from time to time.

Reveal what is not…

I was the youngest in the room. This meant I had the least real-world experience. My eyes darted hither and yon wondering what the others thought about me.

Honor what is…

“So, tell me your story.” Five little words were spoken and panic stung my heart. My mind was racing. Should I be honest about everything? Should I sugarcoat the bad decisions I’ve made? What if he decides I’m not good enough? How I responded to those five little words could alter the course of my life. I did not want to make a mistake.

Opus Gloria

What do I want people to say about me when I die? This was not a question on the forefront of my mind all day, every day. Being 24-years-old at the time I never stopped to think about a question I considered to be morbid and a little depressing.