

Samantha Reynolds
26. Writer. Marketer. Over-thinker. Coffee drinker. Football fan. Florida native-turned Nashville transplant.
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An Open Letter to the Freshman Girl
Dear Freshman Girls… AH!! You’re in high school… how crazy is that?! As I’m sure you know, it is definitely a huge change of pace from your days in middle school; more freedom, more friends, more classwork, more boys, more teachers, more everything! The unknown you’re facing now is nothing but exciting! (and maybe a Read more
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For Each & Every Action….
Influence: the capacity to have an effect on the character, development or behavior of someone or something, or the effect itself. Influence. It’s something you have whether you like it or not. It’s not something you can get rid of, avoid or wish away. Everything you do or say influences someone and/or something else. Everything. In some Read more
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Full Flames & Full Hearts
Recently, I’ve been noticing that I am really good at getting down on myself. I’m really good at pointing out the things that aren’t going right, and I let them get to me way more than I should. This past week of school was ridiculously stressful and that was all I have been able to think about. Read more
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Happy (not crappy) New Year
365 Days. 8,760 Hours. 525,600 Minutes. 31,536,000 Seconds. That’s how long you have each and every year. That’s how long you have to make decisions and to change your mind. That’s how long you have to fall in love and to be broken hearted. That’s how long you have to go Read more
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Living In Unforgiveness
People screw up sometimes. It happens, and we forgive them (or we’re told to, at least.) We know that when someone does something to or against us, we are called to forgive them as Christ has forgiven us. When asked how many times we were required to forgive our enemies, Christ didn’t say one Read more
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When Complacency Steals Joy
I always seem to find myself sitting in my room, late at night, itching to write for you. I usually think up these elaborate topics, yet, 5 minutes into each post I’m bored. You heard me: B-O-R-E-D. Bored. It’s something that has really been bothering me recently: the fact that something I love to do – Read more
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