I Have a Hope

Phylicia | September 24, 2009

My first Sunday at Thomas Road Baptist Church, our worship leader, Charles Billingsley, announced to the crowd, “Today we’re going to learn a new song, so follow along, and we’ll get more familiar with it as time goes on.”  The music began to play and I immediately recognized the melody as one of my favorite [...]

Listen to Him!

Phylicia | September 22, 2009

… And that’s when I was like, “Are you kidding me?!” and he said, “No.” and I totally cracked up!” Our table at the ROT (Reber-Thomas Dining Hall) erupted into laughter.  ”I thought I didn’t have an accent and all you Southerners say I do!”  I protested over my plate of cheesy grits and mystery [...]

Discerning the Voice of God

Phylicia | September 22, 2009

I am so excited to share with all of my readers the new study I am doing with my church here in Virginia!  I have joined Thomas Road’s women’s ministry, and as a member I am participating in their “Mountain Blend” morning study.  The leaders have chosen Priscilla Shirer’s Discerning the Voice of God. Like [...]

Heavy Laden?

Phylicia | September 19, 2009

The clock’s fluorescent green glared in my dark dorm room a nasty 5:30 a.m.  I rubbed my face into my pillow and groaned before kicking off the covers and pattering onto the cold tile floor.  Still half asleep, I pulled on my jogging clothes and unlocked the hall door, venturing into the still morning air.  [...]

In Between

Phylicia | September 18, 2009

My broadcasting class is about to start, in about three minutes, but my teacher isn’t in the lab yet and my pronunciation quiz should be very easy, so I think I’ll take a few moments to write.
I am not going to lie:  today has been a difficult day.  It has been an emotionally difficult day.  [...]

Vigilant

Phylicia | September 17, 2009

I wanted to be distracted — my whole person was on the brink of distracting itself from my academic duties. There was someone I wanted to think about and I knew if I did I wouldn’t get a bit of work done, but all the same the temptation was present.  It seemed that every time [...]