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I'm Anna. I'm the author of All of This, a young adult novel. I'm also a blogger, grad student, and Jesus follower (which influences all of the above). Thanks for stopping by - I'm so glad you're here!

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She's a senior in college now, and I'm beginning the last year of my master's degree. We've been here for two years and have made so many wonderful friends, but there's still nothing like getting to be in seminary with my sister. Excited for this new semester @sebts! And on the last night of summer in Georgia...sugar rush. . Alternate title: I'm eating salad for the next two weeks. Last Thursday, I spent some time in the small town where I grew up. It's the place where I got to know Jesus, discovered the dreams He placed in my heart, and grew alongside friends who will always be some of my very favorites. I met my dear friend Emily at Chick-fil-a and also caught up with several people who have known me for a long, long time (the beauty of a small town is that, when you're there, you're guaranteed to bump into familiar faces). Afterward, Em and I rode down the country roads listening to a cd from high school, just like we used to do. We ended up at her new house, which sits near a road we drove down countless times over the years. We talked about how, every now and then, God brings life full circle in sweet, unexpected ways. After I said goodbye to Em and her husband, I pulled up to a stop sign and sat for a minute. The sun was just beginning to set. It felt like God's smile. The world is big and exciting, and there are dreams waiting to be chased, but sometimes it's good to go back, stop for a minute, and remember all that He has done. Sometimes it's good to go home. "Oh my word, there's the Arc de Triomphe. Let's get a picture." Everyone needs the kind of friend who doesn't tell you to calm down when you go all crazy tourist on her and insist on taking pictures with every. single. thing. Paris has to offer. Hey, Em - Let's go back ASAP. I'll buy you a crepe. My grandparents are celebrating 58 years of marriage today. That's 58 years of honoring a sacred vow. 58 years of raising children and mentoring grandchildren and welcoming great-grandchildren into the world. In a world that says it's okay to call it quits, they stay. In a culture that says a promise can be broken if it gets inconvenient, they sacrifice for and serve one another. As their granddaughter, I get to learn from their example and pray for a future marriage that looks like theirs. Today we spent part of their anniversary stuck in a parking lot when it was raining too heavily for us to drive home. But as Grandma said, "At least we can say we had an adventure." Happy anniversary, Grandaddy and Grandmama! Thanks for letting me be a part of your adventures. "After all, miss, this is France!" 🇫🇷🥐 Sometimes friendship involves deep conversations and trips to coffee shops and reliving memories. And other times it means sitting in bed while eating burgers and watching a movie and laughing until you can't breathe. If you've got a friendship like this, hang onto it because it's the very best kind. (p.s. Grainy picture because who can be bothered to turn on decent lighting when there are fries waiting to be eaten?) Of all the amazing food I experienced on my trip, I probably talk about this Belgian waffle the most. I mean, just imagine going up to a vendor, trading a euro for a warm waffle, and then walking down the street while you eat it. What a wonderful world. When we walked into the courtyard of the Louvre, I froze. My friend Emily laughed and pushed me forward. I turned to her and said, "I'm keeping my sunglasses on so I don't look like the weirdo American tourist who can't walk around Paris without crying." Because it was a dream come true for the little girl who read about Madeline, the teenager who practiced French vocabulary in high school, and the college student who studied the language and culture and landmarks. Should you go to Paris if you get a chance? Oui.
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