You guys, I love y’all. I really do. Over the last twenty months, you’ve supported and loved me in ways I never thought possible. And while I love writing and doing what I can to help others in this life, I can’t help but feel lost sometimes. Right now is one of those times.

Writing used to fulfill me and make me whole. But it doesn’t feel that way any more. Since Hoodlums was released, every post and article feels like an assigned chore and I hate, hate, hate that feeling. It shouldn’t be that way, not for someone who used to live to write and write to live.

So, I’m stepping away. You may not care or you may care all too much. Regardless, this space will be empty of any new work from me until June 4th. That’s three weeks-ish. I’m hoping in that allotted time, I’ll regain my passion for writing and for sharing what’s laid on my heart. Because in this moment, my heart, mind, and soul are void of any type of passion or inspiration or fervor. I fell empty, honestly, and I couldn’t forgive myself if I just spat out posts for the sake of filling this space. Words should have meaning and fire behind them. I can’t give that to you right now, so I’m taking some time away. I pray that during that time, I am relit with what used to burn inside of me. If not…well, we’ll cross that bridge if we have to.

In the meantime, you can find me on Twitter mostly. And as always, I’m available over email anytime at Cory@CoryCopeland.net.

I hope you find your way back to this space once I do. Because I sincerely appreciate every single one of you who take the time to read my work. Honestly, it means more to me than I could ever convey.

God bless you all, and I’ll be seeing you soon.

Love,

-C

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“When my father and my mother forsake me, then the Lord will take care of me.”
Psalm 27:10 (NKJV)

Even in today’s busy, over-populated world, it can be easy to feel lonely. It may present itself in the lack of romantic relationship we have in our lives or it can be when we don’t feel as though we have a lot of true friendships that we can enjoy and rely upon. Loneliness has become sort of an epidemic in these days and sometimes it’s hard for us to understand that just because we’re alone, we don’t have to be lonely (bonus points if you’re singing Jack “Cowboy” Kelly’s “Santa Fe” right now). Now that may sound as though we’ve begun to delve into semantics, but the truth remains that though we may be alone, possessing the feeling of loneliness is entirely up to us.

A lazy person writing about loneliness would simply quote you the often-heard scripture reference about God promising to never leave us or forsake us (Deuteronomy 31:8) and call it a day. And while that scripture is true, the subject deserves more than that because being or feeling lonely is something that hurts; it’s something that weighs on the soul to the point of producing tears. When we experience that rotten feeling wrapping us up, it’s something that threatens the positive light in which we see ourselves. When we feel lonely, we begin to question exactly what’s wrong with us; why we don’t have more friends; how is it that we haven’t found love or a companion to share our lives with.  And to have these thoughts and feelings is natural, especially when we feel as though we will always be alone—but it doesn’t have to that way.

First we have to realize that being alone—romantic or not—isn’t necessarily a bad thing. Having time to ourselves is not only a commodity that we relish, but it can be a time in which we are reflective of all that’s going on in our life; it’s a time in which we can examine ourselves to the point of correcting those faults we each have. Only, it’s when those times of aloneness have stretched beyond a few days into a few weeks or months that we begin to feel the itch to be in the company of like-minded souls. As humans, most of us feel the necessity to enter into fellowship with others so that we feel as though we are part of a group; we want to feel a part of the camaraderie. It’s only natural that we feel this way. It’s when our alone time is joined by the feeling of loneliness that we begin to feel that weight settle upon us.

In truth, being alone is a choice. Most of us have the option to head down to the local Starbucks and sit among people who breathe and see and feel just like we do. But then again, it’s perfectly possible to feel lonely even in the midst of a crowded coffee shop. And though the phrase is overused and possibly redundant, the truth remains that God is always and forever by our side. He is omnipresent, which means that His spirit is always everywhere at once. He’s with you when you’re crying from loneliness in your room; just as He’s with me when I’m walking through the grocery store and wish I had someone to talk to. He’s forever with us, just as He promised. I think that particular truth is hard for us remember and appreciate.

When God made it known that we were never alone, He meant it in the loving, caring way that makes Him such a gracious God in the first place. He’s always there for us, always ready to listen and to heal. And though we may feel alone in the human sense, our God is right there with us, even through our loneliness.

So today, let’s remember that though we may feel alone or lonely, we never actually are because the greatest, most amazing love and interaction we could ever experience is always but a prayer away. And even on top of that, we have options in our loneliness: we can make the effort to create new friendships with people we meet in our every day life (really, that’s completely up to us anyway, isn’t it?) or we can simply wallow in our loneliness, feeling sorry for ourselves and hoping it changes one day. It’s a decision we have to make for ourselves and for our happiness.

Being alone doesn’t have to mean we’re lonely, and being lonely doesn’t mean we have to always stay that way.

Today, let’s make the decision to not only allow Him to heal those feelings of loneliness, but also to forge new, exciting relationships with people who are already in our lives.

It’s our choice to make.

“By this we know that we abide in Him and He in us, because He has given us of His Spirit.”
1 John 4:13 (ESV)

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It’s a part of life to be betrayed at one point or another. Whether in the confines of a romantic relationship or by family or friends, having our trust taken advantage of and our hearts broken is going to happen at some point. It’s just a sad truth we have to face sooner or later. But after we’ve been betrayed and we realize our relationship is worth holding onto, how do we begin to trust this person again? How do we move past the feelings of paranoia and suspicion to fully accept their movements and actions as truth once we’ve been proverbially stabbed in the back?

The short and simple answer would be to just do it. We just give our trust back to them and hope they don’t double-cross us again. But that isn’t very realistic, is it? When we’ve had our heart broken—through being cheated on, lied to, or a million other ways—it’s extremely hard to offer our full trust to this person who went behind our back and did whatever dirty deed bruised us so deeply. Instead, we’d rather hold closely to our love and our trust so as to protect ourselves from being hurt again. Rather than let this person back into our lives with full power and privilege, we offer very small bits of ourselves while holding tight to our wariness and suspicions. Because that’s how we feel we’re supposed to react. It’s about self-preservation, and to persevere means to protect ourselves.

Only, this protecting of ourselves can usually manifest itself in unhealthy ways. We go through their phone when they’re out of the room or we demand their whereabouts at all times. We’re so worried about being hurt again that we allow our insecurities to consume us and make us act a little cRaZy. And you know what? That’s expected—and it’s almost acceptable.

Almost.

Once we’ve been betrayed, it’s our choice to keep our relationship alive or do as Feist said and let it die. Choosing to sustain the relationship and hold onto what we had means we believe this person is worth the betrayal they’ve put us through. It means we believe that our coupling means more than the trouble we’re now going through.

It’s with that in mind and heart that we must learn to trust again.

It isn’t easy or simple to trust someone again. It takes time and it takes a very serious effort. We’re humans and our human hearts don’t enjoy or appreciate being bruised or broken. So we protect ourselves and we hesitate to trust again. And yet, deciding that the relationship is worth holding onto means we have the intention of giving them all of us again someday. But can we truly do that if we’re going through their phone every day or constantly checking where they are or what they’re doing? No, we can’t. Doing those things means we’re feeding that paranoia that came about through their betrayal. And while we should forever be protecting our hearts from those who would do us harm, it’s prudent of us to begin taking those small steps back to trusting this person we care so much about. That means ignoring that little itch in the back of our conscience that tells us to go through their phone. It means trusting them in the small moments so that we can build to the bigger times and subjects. It means giving them the tiny bits of our heart again and again until we’ve built our trust, love, and patience back to where it was before they wounded us.

It isn’t a simple task, but if we truly believe this person is worth what it takes to make our relationships whole again, we’ll begin giving of our trust and of ourselves until we fully trust them again. It may not happen over night or even in a number of months, but if we can begin making those sacrifices now, we’ll crawl back to where we were once before. And that’s where we can find the happiness and fulfillment we once had.

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I’m going to make this very short and very sweet.

You deserve to be happy. Plain and simple.

It doesn’t matter who you are, where you’re from, what you’ve done, or what you’re hiding. Regardless of what atrocious trail of broken hearts, minds, and/or souls lie behind you, you hold the right to be happy and fulfilled in this life.

I brandish these statements proudly and stand next to them for eternity, because few people in this life have done worse things than me. And yet God has found it fit to bless me with such a deepened feeling of happiness and acceptance, it wrecks my heart and mind daily and brings me near tears. If I can be blessed with happiness and satisfaction, then there’s no reason you don’t deserve the same.

Society will try to limit you and reserve you to a place filled with doubt and lacking in grace because that’s the world we live in now. But I humbly ask that you remember these words and remind yourself that no matter what lies in your past, your future is deserving of goodness, happiness, and salvation.

The past holds no bearing any longer. Leave it behind you where it belongs and move forward in grace and acceptance of the fact that because you are a child of God, every day is a brand new chance to find the happiness and satisfaction that has eluded you.

What’s stopping you from starting today?

You deserve to be happy, sweet soul. Remember that and hold onto the promise of a better today, tomorrow, and forever.

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Over the last 20 months, I’ve written my fair share of articles about relationships. I’ve written on just about every subject where relationships are involved; everything from how to get a boyfriend/girlfriend to how to break up with the same. And throughout those articles, I’ve done my best to paint a picture of what it takes to make a relationship work. I don’t do this because I have all of the answers, but because I’ve ruined enough relationships and have made enough mistakes where love and the like is concerned to have a firm grasp on what not to do. In short, my hope has been to allow you to learn from my mistakes. I’ve laid out rules and I’ve tried my best to solve mazes. I’ve drawn blueprints and I’ve solved riddles.

Or so I thought. As of late, I’ve come to understand that relationships don’t work when there are rules in place.

I don’t mean the kind of rules that state you shouldn’t cheat on your partner or that you should treat them well. I’m referencing the kind of generalized rules that speak to how a relationship should go and what should take place. When in reality, every single romantic relationship is made up of different kinds of people in different places in their lives. My relationship isn’t going to be the same as yours. The feelings I have for my girlfriend aren’t necessarily going to mirror the feelings you hold for your significant other. The time it takes me and her to fall in love isn’t going to exactly equal the time it takes you and yours to do the same. We’re all different and we all progress (or not) in different ways and paces.

And that’s what’s so great about all of this madness. There are no set rules. There are no specific guidelines each of us must follow to make our relationships work. Can each of us learn from our past and others who’ve experienced the rough and tumble lessons of love? Of course, but it’s prudent for each of us to understand that when it comes to relationships and the love it fosters, we all have to decide what does and doesn’t work for us and only us.

My parents got married at 18 years of age after dating for 4 years. They’ve now been married for 33 plus years.
I got married at 19 years of age after dating my ex-wife for 4 months. We lasted 3 years.
I have friends who got married after knowing each other for 4 months and they literally could not be happier.
I have other friends who have been together for 9 years and don’t feel the need to get married any time soon. Their relationship is as strong as it’s ever been.

That’s why it’s imperative for us to understand that each individual relationship is unique in and of itself, and each relationship should progress at its own pace. Find what works for you and yours and do exactly that. Talk things out with your partner and come to decisions together rather than leaning on the understanding and examples of others, because what works for them may not work for you. Your relationship came about because you made the choice to be with this other person. You care about them and want to see them happy and they (hopefully) make you happy. Invest in that happiness, in that care, and work to set your own rules, your own blueprints. Sure, it makes sense to learn from others, but in the end, each of us is responsible for our own lives and love.

And though I’ll always be here to point out the booby-traps and pitfalls that have snared me in the past, it’s time for you to step out on your own and make your own way. Because in the end, I can’t love your love for you no more than you can love mine for me. And I certainly can’t make your relationship succeed or fail.

All of that rests entirely in the equal hands of you and your partner. Trust yourselves to do what it takes to make it work.

Twitter: @Cory_Copeland

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I grew up—and currently live—in the South, and with that came certain types of attitudes and reactions. It’s not anything special to hear insults followed by uproarious laughter. That’s how we do things. We make fun of each other and we laugh about it. Whoever can come up with funniest and/or cleverest insult or comeback is afforded the most respect from the rest of the group. It’s a strange scene, really, and one that I’ve participated in a million and one times in my life.

Growing up as a member of a family that has three sons, we’ve tossed insults back and forth that would make a normal (read: sane) person question their worth and self-confidence. But to us, it’s just how things are done.
Some of the insults we used frequently were the terms “faggot” and “queer”. We used them when one of us was scared or acting particularly agitating at any particular time. We saw it as an insult or barb because to be seen as homosexual was to be seen as less than. You were called faggot because you were going against the group or being too sensitive. You were called “queer” because you were scared to do what others thought you should. To us, being gay was an insult. We threw the connotations at each other as if they were knives intent on wounding each other. Looking back, I cringe at such brazen disregard for humanity.

Because over the last couple of years, I’ve grown to closely know and love members of the LGBT community. I’ve come to understand that their homosexuality does not discount the fact that they have a soul and feelings and a conscience. I’ve witnessed the pain that comes from hearing those words I used to spit and I feel a small portion of their pain in my heart. I hurt for them because they’re my friends and I love them. And loving them means protecting them and doing what I can to make the world understand that being gay does not and will not discount someone’s worth or value.

But it’s more than that. Calling someone “gay” in a negative way speaks to a deeper issue with today’s society. It’s an attack, of course, but it’s one using an actual community of living, breathing souls. And it is wrong. What right do we have to assign a signifier of “less than” to those who are our equals in every God-given way? We are all equally loved by Him, regardless of who we love or what lifestyle we live. So to use the term “faggot” or a hundred others is something that is not only below us as humans and Christians, but it directly speaks against the equality so many of us fight every single day for.

I made the choice to quit using gay slurs because homosexuality was given a face and an identity by the friends and family I love dearly. So for me to continue to use those vile words—as insults or not—would be for me to spit into the eyes of all those I love and support. And that’s something I refuse to do.

As Christians and humans, it’s time we move beyond using the type of language that harms and insults a community that’s been attacked again and again over the years. And while you may not agree or support their lifestyle, you can be decent enough to respect them as people and children of God.

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Hi you.

Yes, you. Hello, my dear.

I don’t know you, or at least I don’t know everything about you. I don’t know your middle name, your favorite color, your biggest fear, or the name of the street you grew up on.

And we may never meet, not in this life. I may never have the chance to look at you and tell you these things, to share my heart with you as I watch the words wash over you. So this is a letter for you to read wherever you are, because I think you need it. I think your heart needs it. We can always use an excuse to smile.

I have a secret to tell you. Well, it’s not really a secret. More like a forgotten memory, a faded truth. But sometimes the obvious things are hardest to see, especially when we aren’t used to looking at them. As the years go by, we begin to look past the things that mean the most to us. So here’s the secret…

You are the most important person in all of creation.

Really. The most important person. Let that sink in for a moment. Allow it fill your lungs, rush over your skin, tingle in your fingertips, and tease the smile on your lips that is desperate to grow into a grin. Begin to believe it. Write it out on paper, say it to yourself, carve it into your heart and let it become your Truth.

You are absolutely essential to this world. Your hands. Your heart. Your words. Your mind. Your smile. Your laugh. Your feet. Your beauty. Your eyes. Your intelligence. Your creativity and imagination. Your ingenuity. Your faith and strength. Every single piece of you—every hair on your head and freckle on your cheeks and skip in your step—makes this world go round. You are alive for a reason. Nothing about you is an accident or a mistake. You are worth everything, from here to the end of the horizon.

You are invaluable.

There is no limit to what you can do. You have dreams, yes? Those little whispers that creep up on you when you least expect it and beg you to give them a chance. The ideas that swirl in your imagination, the ones that fill you with joy and ambition and purpose while also scaring you with their power, with their potential. They are worth fighting for. They are worth taking a chance on, because just maybe, your dream will change the world. Your secret wish could be exactly what we all need at this exact moment, because it is brilliant and amazing.

You are extraordinary.

The world needs you – your ideas and daring and love and soul. There is no other like you. In the entire history of humanity and in our unspoken, unwritten future that sprawls out before us with endless possibilities, you are the only YOU. You’re quite special, my dear. An original. A limited edition. Priceless.

You are priceless.

Perhaps you don’t always feel it. Some days, you may feel a bit defeated. The pressures of the world, the darkness and tragedies will begin to crowd around you, and you’ll long for an escape. A way out of the mess. In the midst all this, it is easy to feel as if running away from it all is the answer. If you could just disappear into another place with another life, it would be so much easier. If you could just be someone else, life would be better.

But think of all the smiles you’ve bestowed. The hugs you’ve given. The kind words you spoke intentionally, from your heart. The friends you’ve encouraged and laughed with. The family you’ve loved through everything. Think of every life you’ve touched just by being yourself. You gave people the gift of happiness, the gift of hope. You lifted them up and made them feel special. Only you, and that is inspiring.

No other person could live your life as you have. You are the only person who can live your story. It was given to you specifically – your life and your purpose. You are the hero of this story, of your life. You are meant to be here. If you were to leave this world for one year, one day, one second, everything would be different. There would be a hole, a void where you are supposed to be. An emptiness that only you can fill.

You are irreplaceable.

You are enough, just as you are. You are not meant to be anything other than exactly who you are at this precise moment. Never change into what others want you to be. Never compromise who you are. Because who you are in the deepest part of your soul is the most wonderful, lovely, beautiful person in all of history, and the world deserves to see that person. You deserve to be that person honestly and freely, the person you were created to be; not what others want to mold you into.

And you are loved. More loved than you will ever know. You are loved from here to the far reaches of eternity, by those who are close to you and by those who only know you in passing. You are loved by a Father who stitched you together carefully. You are made in love; it is woven into the curves of your heart, the creases of your skin, the shine of your eyes, the tilt of your smile. You are made to love and be loved. Embrace that love; revel in its beauty. Believe in it. Believe in yourself.

You are exquisite.

And some day, when you see someone who seems downtrodden, broken, and a little worn down, smile at them. Smile at them and look at them and share the secret. Say to them: “You are the most important person in all of creation.” Say it with the depth of feeling reserved for someone who believes in it with their entire being. Say it so that they may begin to believe it is true.

Until then, be yourself and love yourself and change the world.

Much love,
Cassi

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Most of us have had enough experience with the wrong ones. They used us up and tossed us away, or they broke us down and caused us to doubt who and what we were. The wrong ones have a way of getting to us and leaving us without much clue as to who we are anymore. Though we give them all we have with only small bits of hope for anything in return, we are left hurting and in need of some sort of salvation.

Because of our experience with those wrong ones, we begin to grow bitter and tired of relationships and love. We refuse to hear of their merits or favor, and we’re quick to sneer when others attempt to bring us back out into the light. We don’t need any of it. We’re fine just being alone. There in the aloneness, we don’t have to worry about deep-cutting insults or assaults aimed at our feelings and psyche. There we only have to worry for ourselves and what makes us content. Those wrong ones have pushed us to a point lacking of effort and care. There we are content to stay by our selves.

But then along comes a right one and everything begins to change.

A freedom is bestowed on us, even though all we want is to belong to this right soul. Suddenly, we want to jump up and do more and be more. We want to get our life together and improve ourselves. We want to get our finances in shape and our bodies toned. We want to walk the narrowed path and do right because we think they deserve such respect. No longer do we wallow in our aloneness, but now we’ve been ignited to bring about wonderful change into our life; all because the right one came along.

It’s rare magic to find that one who is right for us. Through the sheer magnitude of math, it would seem impossible that there is but one soulmate for all 7 billion of us. But who can argue with the logic of a fulfilled heart? What was once a fleeting desire seemingly lost in harsh reality is now housed within the beautiful confines of actuality. We’ve found them, and more importantly, they’ve found us.
So we pull ourselves up and we smile brightly. We seek for the ways and means of being with them and spending actual quality time in their presence. We try to contain a bursting happy heart when we hold their hand and smile into their eyes. This right one is here to change it all.

And maybe some of us will never have the chance of being captured by that right one. Maybe our right one doesn’t exist. Maybe our fate is instead one of solitude. But if we’re blessed enough to find ourselves in the presence of that righteous right one, we will know it and we will offer our thanks again and again.

Because as much as those wrong ones tried to ruin everything we were and wanted to be, that right one has come to see that we are renewed in mind and spirit.

That right one has come to set us free.

Twitter: @Cory_Copeland
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For most of my adult life, I’ve felt like I am split into two different halves; a man with two faces, if you will.

One part of me is the side that cares for others and aches to help any and all with whatever plagues them. This is the side that writes devotionals and seeks to have a deeper relationship with God, family, friends, and people in general. This is the side that smiles more and does as it is supposed to, no matter the cost or sacrifice. This is the side that gives wholly of its self. This is the side that makes me proud.

But another part of me is dark, selfish, and somewhat demented. That’s the side that used women as things to play with and it’s the side that abused prescription drugs. It’s the side that maintains a selfish distance from anyone who tries to get close and snaps short, angry replies at the kinder souls. That’s the side that committed crimes and took advantage of others. That’s the side that terrifies me.

And for as long as I can remember, each day that I wake up, I wonder who I’ll be that day. Will I look upon others with kindness and grace or will I walk sullenly through my day and point mean-spirited barbs at whoever decides to challenge me? It’s exhausting and it’s all too worrisome if I’m being honest. Each day is a new chance to be who I should be and to do as I’m supposed to, and yet, some days I simply ignore what I’m supposed to do—as a Christian and decent human being—and I do what I want instead. Those are the days I dislike myself the most.

However, I’m proud to say that my “good” side has been winning this desperate war as of late. For whatever reason, I focus more on the positive aspects of my life and I do as I should. I make an effort not to be selfish and I strive to give of myself.
And still, somewhere deep inside, there’s the part of me who wants to do bad things. I want to have sex with women I don’t know and I want to float away on a cloud of perfect little pills. I want to drink myself mean and see where the black night takes me. I want to do the depraved things I know I shouldn’t. The desire is still there—I just choose to do the opposite.

And that’s what our lives boil down to—choices. Every day we can choose to be the good, wholesome person we know we should be or we can choose to be that selfish, vicious version of ourselves. Maybe there are circumstances that drive us to choose that darker side from time to time, but in the end, we have the choice to do good or to do evil. If we honestly care about God and our relationship with Him, we’ll use the gift of free will to choose to walk the righteous path we know we’re supposed to.

Maybe I’ll always have that demented part of me who wants to explore the darker side of my days, but as long as I take life one decision at a time and choose to do and be that better version of myself, I’ll continue to improve and be who He wants me to be.

Truthfully, we’re all sin-based creatures. We were born that way and that’s how we’ll remain. But if we will choose to walk closer to Him and His ways, we’ll find the choice between good and bad isn’t much of a choice at all. The call to do and be more in Him will push us toward the lighter side of life every time. And that can only lead to better days and sweeter nights.

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I’m not entirely sure why, but I felt like I should post this excerpt on anxiety from my new book, We Are Not Hoodlums. Whatever the reason, I hope you can take something good from it.

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Thank you for reading.

-C

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“Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God.”
Philippians 4:6 (ESV)

Have you noticed there’s a distinct difference between experiencing anxiety and simply being anxious? Yes, one describes the other (in theory), but when we say we’re anxious about something, that usually means there’s a certain situation causing us to be anxious. Maybe your search for a new, better job has been less-than-fruitful or worrying how you’re going to pay that speeding ticket is causing your breathing to become irregular. That’s being anxious. But dealing with anxiety, that’s more of a daily, all-encompassing thing, isn’t it?

Firstly, if you deal with anxiety, please don’t think you’re the only one who does. When I first began writing this book, I asked the readers of my blog what were some of the issues they dealt with on a daily basis. Time after time, males and females both gave “anxiety” as an answer. And in reality, knowing you aren’t the only one dealing with this problem may mean very little to you. If so, that’s understandable. But with so many individuals giving the same answer, I began to examine a subject I hadn’t yet considered. I don’t deal with anxiety on a daily basis, or at all usually. Sure, I get anxious from time to time, but if you suffer from an anxiety-filled existence, you know that the difference is substantial.

And while you may feel I’m unqualified to write about a subject I haven’t dealt with personally, sometimes God gives us an outsider’s objective opinion so that we may see things in a renewed light.

Anxiety, in the simplest explanation I’ve found, is a manifestation of obsession and worry. We obsess about our life, wondering if every thing is going to work out or worry that this good thing we have will go bad. We find ourselves full of this bristling energy because we’ve become obsessed with making sure everything we touch goes the way it should, and then when it does, we worry it will one day go wrong. It’s a vicious circle and one you can feel trapped in all by yourself—but it doesn’t have to be that way.

When we become obsessed and worry about things we may or may not control, that means we aren’t trusting God with the ins and outs of our lives. Because we so badly want everything to go just the way we desire, we forget that He’s promised time and time again (2 Samuel 22:3-4, Psalm 4:8, Psalm 5:11, Proverbs 2:7-9, Isaiah 54:17) to look after us and to give us only what we can handle. So for us to continuously obsess about our life to the point that the worry consumes us and eats at our mental and emotional wellbeing, it means that we’ve forgone placing our trust and confidence in Him in exchange for trying to control these things for ourselves. We bypass the warm protection of the Creator for a miniscule chance at controlling our own happiness, when He’s waiting to ease every bit of worry, obsession, and anxiety we have.

Realistically, it’s not an easy thing to surrender control of our lives to God. As parts of the sin-filled human race, we are predestined to want to accomplish and build things for ourselves. We want that control. We want the credit of success. But what happens when that control, when that obsession overtakes us and rids us of any sort of calming notion we once had? We become riddled with anxiety and worry. How do we fix it? We simply and elegantly make the choice to place everything we are into trusting Him. It is by no means an easy task; it takes work and it takes dedication to His ways, but if we’re willing to trust Him with every facet of our lives, that anxiety, that worry will be alleviated.

Wouldn’t that be wonderful? No longer would you have to deal with the results of anxiety attacks and vicious ulcers. You could find your soul in a place of rest and relaxation and from there you could actually start to enjoy your life exactly for what it is. No more would you find yourself examining and reexamining a situation from every possible angle in hopes of finding an answer, but you could simply say, “It is in His hands and He always knows what’s best for me.” That feeling and mindset alone would be worth the difficulties that come with letting go. But you can do it. I have 10000% faith that you can.

Start with a prayer and allow God to lead you from there. Show Him that you’re willing to give full control of your life and your trust to Him. In return, you will be granted the most vivid feeling of serenity you’ve ever felt.

That change can start today if you’re willing. Let go of that anxiety and worry that plagues you. He’s looking out for you and He always will.

Trust Him to do His job.

“For God gave us a spirit not of fear but of power and love and self-control.”
2 Timothy 1:7 (ESV)

Twitter: @Cory_Copeland

I fell in love with you 5 very long years ago, and you saved my life in a way. Broken and full of holes, you found a way to fill me with hope and show me that who I’d been wasn’t who I was. You lifted me up and held me close. Things were sweet and soft. Our love was the beginning of the me I am now.

Over the next 18 months, we rose and we fell. We fought and we loved. We yelled and we whispered. You were my biggest inspiration and my mightiest challenge. You inspired me to pick up a pen and scribble myself mad. You told me I could be what I wanted, even as you found new ways to tear me down and keep me humble.
In return, I pushed my thumb down upon you, breaking your spirit and rallying your demons for the fight. I awoken all the insecurities that had haunted you and I played on them and with them. I was bitter and lost, and I aimed all of it at you.

We were the beautiful mess…the fallen potential of forever.

Once it ended and we’d both narrowly escaped, I traipsed onward, wandering from girl to girl, from bed to bed, from broken heart to mended conscience. But each new beginning brought comparisons and disappointing returns. There was no fire. There was no equality. There was no challenge. They weren’t you.

From time to time, we reach out and strike up some makeshift friendship that shows little promise, and we know that. But there’s a drawing there and it’s a hard war to win. The love resides in my heart still, and I sometimes wonder if given half a puncher’s chance, would we make it in honesty and truth? Could we shake past the hurt and brokenness we caused one another and start new and fresh? Could you and I break the chains of past pain and give each other an unblemished beginning again? Are we capable of such a fairytale? Does that sort of miracle still exist?

But then reality reveals itself and I begin to realize that the girl I fell in love with so many thousands of years ago doesn’t exist anymore. She only lives in the back of my daydreams. Only there does she still smile down at the camera with love and beautiful hope in her eyes. Only there am I still loved and fulfilled by the one I wanted to possess my forever. Only there does she breathe and sleep next to me as I type type type away.
Thick, angry walls have replaced the trust you once gave, and I can’t blame you for being so closed off from me. I broke through your willingness to love and be with me. And though the love I feel for you will be with me forever, the person I love and hope for isn’t even alive anymore. She’s simply a faint figment of some lonely inspiration I once had.

And maybe that’s the point of loving someone you used to know. It reaches inside and twists the potential for more until we’re left with a stringent hope and gleaming eyes. But people change and situations fall away. The lover we once had is faded and in their place is this new, unfamiliar thing that doesn’t quite fit the mold of what we ache for. What we want and once had is gone.

And maybe that’s the excuse we need to let go and move past the small seed of potential that’s buried in the back of our dreams. The person we love doesn’t exist anymore and that’s a reality we’ll just have to accept.

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I’ve shared a lot of myself in this space over the last 19 months. I’ve covered my (few) success, my frustrations, and my (many) failures. But one thing you may not know about me is that I’m fairly hard on myself—especially when it comes to the mistakes I’ve made in my past relationships. Because these mistakes often result in me hurting someone I cared about, I tend to take them a bit more seriously while letting them cut me a bit deeper than I do with other things in my life. It isn’t that I dwell on them per se; it’s more about making sure I don’t make those mistakes again, so I focus on them, examining them for signals of where I went wrong. This usually results in me sharing these findings with my friends and picking their brains for why they think I do the things I do. It’s rare that a former situation isn’t completely dissected and reduced to rubble, all in the name of “fixing” me.

During one of these little sessions recently, a friend of mine asked me if I believed I deserved good things to happen to me. And while I thought on the question, I realized I’d never really thought of it that way.
Because of the way I’ve ruined or ended relationships in the past, a part of me had come to accept that maybe I don’t belong near the romantically good things in life, and I’d accepted that punishment without even realizing it. When I shared this realization with my friend, she chastised me for accepting such a brutal sentence. She told me that just because I’d made a few mistakes in the past, it didn’t mean I was void of anything good to offer someone special in the future. My mistakes in the past didn’t disqualify me from the potential goodness of my future.
Her words struck me in the chest and left me reeling. I’d accepted the same lie I’d ranted and railed against in this space hundreds of times. I had become a contradiction in and of myself and found myself at a loss.

Over the last few weeks, I’ve began to look at my past mistakes in romance as a proving ground of sorts. I see the things I’ve done wrong and I own them as only mine. I accept full responsibility for them and I’ve learned from them. But those same mistakes and missteps don’t disqualify me from having someone good in the future, should God see fit to bless me with such a mystical monster. And while I’m still in a season of singleness and will be for some time (if not forever and always), I’ve corrected my mindset to gleefully accept that I’m good enough for something wonderful. I have goodness to offer. That acceptance has set me free in a way. And for that, I am thankful.

It’s likely that you have things in your past that weigh on you still. They may be errors in judgment or mistakes in romance or any number of other things, but I’d like to remind you that like me, those past failures do not, will not, and cannot disqualify you from a potentially good future. Whatever the case and whatever the situation, you are good enough to be worth something wonderful…just like me.

We may focus on our past and we may want to learn from it, but it’s time we put our past where it belongs—behind us. It doesn’t get a say in our future and just how amazing it can be.

Today is the day we began to move forward and leave our past in the darkness of forgotten times. You are good enough, I am good enough, and in that truth, we can find comfort.

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Having published my new devotional, We Are Not Hoodlums, this past week, my aim is to get it into as many hands and hearts as possible. And since I realize $5 or $10 (depending on which version you buy) is a lot of money to most of us, I want to offer a bit of incentive for you to pick up a copy of a book I am very proud to say is mine.

For a short time, when you buy We Are Not Hoodlums, I will give you my first book, Love or Infatuation?, for absolutely free. No strings, no catches, no double-crosses. Just simple and free.

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If you’re interested in capitalizing on this offer, head on over to buy your copy of We Are Not Hoodlums HERE. Once you receive confirmation of your purchase, email me a screenshot of your receipt or confirmation page at Cory@CoryCopeland.net and I’ll send you a free copy of Love or Infatuation? as soon as possible. It’s that easy.

If you’d like to find out more about Love or Infatuation?, you can do so HERE.

Please feel free to leave any questions in the comments below or tweet me at @Cory_Copeland.

Thanks for all of your support, and I hope you enjoy your books.

-C

THE DAY IS FINALLY HERE!

You can now get your copy of We Are Not Hoodlums, my new devotional, in both paperback and digital versions! Even better, today also happens to be my birthday, so I’m giving the Kindle version away ABSOLUTELY FREE as a present from me to you! All it will cost you is an honest review left on the Amazon product page.

(If you don’t have a Kindle, no worries. Just download the free Kindle app on your iPhone/iPad for free and you’re ready to rock and/or roll! If you don’t have an iPhone or iPad….um….)

Here is an image that shows the 31 different subjects covered in We Are Not Hoodlums (edited by Cassi Clerget at www.CassiClerget.com) as well as the killer cover to the book (designed by Lindsey Edwards at www.LindseyEdwards.com).

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Thanks for all of your support! I love you all with all the love in my little boy heart.

God bless.

-C

Today marks the last preview of We Are Not Hoodlums before its release tomorrow, and the subject we’re examining is HOPE.
Have a read and leave your thoughts.

We Are Not Hoodlums will be available on Amazon tomorrow, March 27th, in both paperback and digital versions. And tomorrow only, the digital version will only cost you a review. Yup, $0.00 and an honest review and it’s yours.

Thanks for your support.

-C

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“Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer.”
Romans 12:12 (ESV)

It’s been said that hope is the most powerful thing in the universe. If a person maintains hope, then they maintain some significant sliver of inspiration or faith. If they have hope, they can labor on until the work or hard times are done. That’s why the subject of hope carried a presidential candidate into the Oval Office and allowed Batman to liberate Gotham City. Hope is inspiring and beautiful, aching and stringent. But more than anything, hope is faithful.
It’s faithful in the way it lifts us up from our downed positions and inspires us to forge on. It’s faithful in the way it holds us so tightly and brings us back from the slippery slopes of despair and self-doubt.

We can have hope in a multitude of things. We can hope the plans we have for our life turn out the way we’d like. We have hope that we’ll find (and keep) the man or woman of our dreams. We have hope that the hardened times we’re facing won’t last much longer. We have hope that our faith is not in vain.

And though it can be mostly concentrated on these good and wholesome ways a majority of the time, hope can be dangerous as well. It allows us to maintain our faith in the one who’s left us and is never coming back. It allows us to wallow in our failures, wanting success in something we were not made to do while ignoring the truth that stands directly before us. Hope, for all the good and lovely things it can be, can also drive some people to madness or defeat.

It isn’t that hope in and of itself is bad; it’s our reaction to unfulfilled hope that leaves us wounded and bitter. We’ve felt it when our last ditch effort to win our lover’s heart fails. We experience it when the hope we held for our future is dashed against the disappointments of reaching beyond our destined place. Hope wounds us when it returns our wishes and dreams void and empty.

But do we forfeit our right to hope against the world and wish with all our heart? Never. We were made to be hope-filled creatures, destined with the dreams of a Maker who instilled faith and hope and love within us to provide inspiration and drive. Without the hope of a full heart, we are nothing more than simple drones, prone to accept our restricted place with no visions of grandeur or aches for higher planes of accomplishment. But hope sets that free within all of us. It allows for the visions and dreams and aches of something bigger and better for ourselves.

We may have become disappointed by hope in the past, but grasping on to the wonderment of it is always worth the potential disappointment. From here on, let each of us grab hold of the gift of hope and allow it to light our hearts and inspire our minds. Hope is the most powerful feeling we can have within our human beings. Let’s not allow that power to go to waste.

Above all else, hope.

“May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, so that by the power of the Holy Spirit you may abound in hope.”
Romans 15:13 (ESV)

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In this excerpt from my upcoming book, We Are Not Hoodlums, we’re taking a look at our past and the importance of it, even when it’s less-than-ideal.

We Are Not Hoodlums will be available in paperback and for the Kindle beginning March 27th.

Thanks for reading.

-C

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Brothers, I do not consider that I have made it my own. But one thing I do: forgetting what lies behind and straining forward to what lies ahead, I press on toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus.
Philippians 3:13-14 (ESV)

Personally, I have a past that I’m not entirely proud of. It’s full of mistakes and misgivings; a failed marriage, many a wasted romance, and countless times when I took advantage, manipulated, or flat out lied to people who trusted me. I’ve stolen and I’ve abused substances. I’ve slept around and bruised feelings. I’ve been through heartache and I’ve caused the same. There’s pain back there in my past; some because of my own doing and some from the hands of others. In truth, Brandon Flowers’s song “Jacksonville” claimed it best, “I’ve cried a million tears. I’ve caused a million more.” My past is a very big part of the man I am today, and in all honesty, I wouldn’t have it any other way.

The past has a way of haunting us. We do things or have things done to us and through time, the memories of those events or times in our life stay with us and cause us a renewed pain. We try to forget and forgive—ourselves and others—but often times, no matter what we do, we’re haunted to the point of exhaustion. We’re ashamed of the person we were or we’re weary of the things that happened to us. Because of these feelings, we allow ourselves to be brought down in spirit and in faith. But really, those days shouldn’t hold that much power and strength over us. Not today, not now.

It’s possible that your past is far worse than mine. I’ve never had a life-shattering event befall me and I’ve never been found guilty of a crime. I’ve never been physically abused or assaulted. I’ve never been beholden to hard drugs or alcohol with seemingly no way to survive. And if you’ve dealt with these things or been the cause of them to someone else, I want you to know I’m sorry you’ve been through such a nightmarish hell. You may believe your past stands as a black cloud over who you are as a person, but it doesn’t have to continue to be that way. No matter what you’ve done or what you’ve had done to you, your past is in the rearview for a reason. That’s not the person you are anymore. You are not that bully and you are not that victim. You are stronger and better than your past would allow you to believe. Trust that unconquerable truth.

Regardless of what vileness it holds, our past shapes who we are and who we become. If we allow ourselves to dwell on what’s happened way back when, we can find ourselves perpetually broken and yearning for closure. It’s in those times that we become victims to our own yesteryear. But if we use what’s happened to us back then and allow it to teach and encourage us into being a better and stronger person, then we gain the upper hand in the fight for our own peace of mind. It’s not a simple or easy war to wage, but in this battle, we have an Ally.

Because of His everlasting love and adoration for us, our God rewards us with the grace and forgiveness we require. Our pasts may hold some evil trespass that continues to haunt us, but if we can turn our hurt and pain over to Him, He’ll heal those wounds and scars and replace them with eternal beauty and strength, covering us with peace and acceptance of self.
Ashamed of the barbaric nature we held in our past life? He wants to flow forgiveness, grace, and redemption into our lives so that not only are our sins forgiven, but He replaces those old feelings of guilt and shame with all that is holy and good, allowing our hearts and lives to be made whole. It’s in Him that we find our way apart from the past that follows us.

Your former life has the possibility of being washed away. Taking the valid steps, your heart, mind, conscience, and soul can be restored to their rightful place of happiness and fulfillment. But it takes turning those past days over to Him. He wants to help us move beyond our past mistakes and find closure, so that we can truly become happy and whole. It’s in Him that our past is forgotten and our future is won.

In prayer today, humbly ask God to begin to allow you to move past all that your former life holds. Forgive yourself and forgive those who’ve wronged you. Only good can come when we turn it all over to Him.

Be encouraged and remember that your future holds more wondrous good than your past does bad.

“Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation. The old has passed away; behold, the new has come.”
2 Corinthians 5:17 (ESV)

Until the release of We Are Not Hoodlums on the 27th of this month, I’ll be running excerpts from the book.
Today, we’re looking at complacency and what it means to grow complacent in our lives, our relationships, and our walk with God.

For more on We Are Not Hoodlums, read here. You can follow me on Twitter here.

Thanks for reading.

-C

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“And Jesus increased in wisdom and in stature, and in favor with God and man.”
Luke 2:52 (ESV)

The story of the upbringing of Jesus is a fascinating one. Coming from Heaven, God could have made the choice to present Himself as a full grown man, excelled in knowledge and understanding. Instead, He chose to be born to a virgin and begin His life on Earth just as we all do—as a slimy baby who’s wrapped in a warm blanket and given a name. That’s admirable.

As He grew and learned, Jesus showed remarkable maturity and understanding of the Scripture from an early age; so much so that he thoroughly impressed men who had been studying them all of their lives. Here they were, learned and wise and they were dumbfounded by a preteen. And yet, instead of spending His time in synagogues discussing the depths of faith and scripture, Jesus instead chose to become an apprentice to His earthly father, Joseph. Instead of playing the God card and resting on who He was and what He was capable of, He learned to build and shape wood. He learned what it meant to work and to sweat. He learned what it meant to be a carpenter.

Even through His teens and twenties, Jesus worked next to Joseph, learning and building, becoming strong in body and in mind. Biding His appointed time, He fully embraced His human form and was just as we all are. The fact that He could have avoided all of the hardships and aches and pains that come from being like us and simply swept down as a living sacrifice to wash away our sins forever should never be lost on us. Rather than take an easy way to salvation, our God and a Savior worked His hands into blisters and His sweat into blood. Even with all the power of the universe resting at His fingertips, our God worked.

Who better to emulate in our own life than Jesus Christ? Who better to pattern ourselves after as we chase who and what we want to be than our Lord and Savior? Who better to guide us by example as we decide whether to rest easy or press on towards a better, more fulfilling tomorrow than the most righteous Example there has ever been?

We can become discouraged at the hard times life throws our way, but we must resolve to never allow them to keep us down. And if we’re discouraged in our dreams, in our calling, then we shouldn’t be swayed low by a setback or two or twelve or 1,200. God made the choice to work His way through a human life to set an example for us in how we should behave in our own. We weren’t meant to grow complacent or accepting of our place in life if it’s not where or what we’re meant to be. We were made to work hard and strive to excellence, so that when we accomplish the dreams and calling our lives possess, we can look back and show someone else the same way to success.

Whether if it’s in the pursuit of purpose or calling, or simply never growing complacent in where we are emotionally, intellectually, and spiritually, we must allow ourselves to continue to grow and mature in Him and through Him. We must follow the perfect example of a God who broke His back learning a craft that required sweat and might. If our God worked, we must find the resolve to do the same in our own lives.

So today, during our time of focus and concentration, let’s toss away any notion of rest or complacency that may haunt us and instead, resolve to work toward what we really want in this life. Complacency is the enemy of growth. If Jesus worked, so can we.

“Wake up, and strengthen what remains and is about to die, for I have not found your works complete in the sight of my God.”
Revelation 3:2 (ESV)

We Are Not Hoodlums: a devotional for the rest of us will be available in paperback and for the Kindle through Amazon on the 27th of March!

To say my life is in a less-than-ideal place would be the understatement of this still very young year. I work at a crappy, low paying job; I had to move back in with my parents (I turn 28 this month…) after returning from my quick move to Florida last year; and I can’t seem to get my writing “career” beyond where it has rested for the last 6 months or so. It’s all very frustrating to be completely honest.

This isn’t to say I’m not incredibly blessed. I live in a beautiful home and drive a nice enough car (that I pay for). I was recently gifted the iPad I’m currently writing this on, and I have the best friends and family a man could ask for. I have a new book coming out in a couple of weeks and God gave me a great head of hair. Really, I’m doing okay.

But this doesn’t stop me from feeling unsatisfied with where I am in life. I feel stuck and as if my development has been arrested. For some reason, I feel as though I am not living up to the potential that’s inside of me. And as I examine my life and where I am and what I’m forced to do, I can’t help but notice one single glaring fact that is laced through all of it.

Every bit of it is my fault.

I’m the one who quit a high paying job to move to Florida on a whim, only to have to move back and work a menial job at a grocery store. I’m the one who decided he didn’t (and still doesn’t) want to go to college, and therefore has to run the difficult path of being an uneducated writer, fighting to be published and respected. And even when I did begin to get a leg up by garnering offers to write for larger online venues, I’m the one who resigned in midst of controversy and hurt feelings, shoving myself right back to the same square one I’ve sat on for the last half year. And I’m the one who burned through his savings while unemployed, leaving himself with very little financial freedom.

All of these things are a result of the (sometimes foolish) decisions I’ve made. Do I regret making those particular decisions? Some yes, most no. But I can’t (and won’t) blame my current lot in life on anyone or anything besides myself. I can’t lay the responsibility of where I am in life on God or my exes or my family because my life is my own and I am in control of it (mostly). For me to dare blame others for my seemingly bad luck would be childish, immature, and douchey.

And that’s where most of our generation tends to fall short. So many of us have had things handed to us or decisions made for us so that when the time comes to make our own choices and those choices don’t quite pan out, we’re suddenly seeking someone to blame for our misfortune. I’ve done it a million and one times, and even now, I have to actively correct myself from flinging accusatory blame at someone for things not going right in my life. But the truth is that a large majority of us possess free will and can (and do) make our own choices. Taking the responsibility for those choices is a whole other fight. Maybe we think if we can blame others for our “failures” we won’t be seen as a failure ourselves. Or maybe we’re just used to passing the blame buck to someone else so that we’re not having to deal with the repercussions of a wayward life. Regardless of the reason, if we’re not taking responsibility for our life’s choices, we will never know what it means to learn from our wayward mistakes and bad choices so that we can become better people, friends, and Christians. It’s in those moments of concentrated learning that we can prepare ourselves for the future and begin to understand what it means to be a mature, functioning adult who purposefully takes responsibility for themselves, their actions, and their choices.

And that should be the goal for one and all…especially a (soon to be) 28-year-old who works at Wal-Mart and lives with his parents.

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Ever so often, I take a small moment to look back over the last few years of my life. I witness again the heartbreaks and the triumphs, the losses and the lessons learned that made me who I am today. During these deepened explorations of my past, I do my best to deduce the reasons I made the mistakes I did so that I can keep from making them again in the future.

As I practiced this exercise a day or two ago, I focused on my sexual sins, wondering why I allowed my morals to decay to the point where I found myself hopping from one bed partner to another. At first, it was easy to brush past these instances as the result of a basic human desire to feel a release with another; to blame it on my manhood and the cravings we men sometimes feel. But then I surveyed the time in which these shenanigans took place, and when I finally brought focus upon the type of man I was then and what all transpired to make me that way, I realized that my sexual conquests weren’t a result of some simple appetite for satisfaction, but rather a deep and yearning desire to be wanted.

During these years, I was going through a divorce and doing so brought shame upon me from the likes of my famil and friends (Christians aren’t supposed to get divorced, apparently). Shunned by those I loved, I felt like an outcast. Gone were the times of acceptance and love. I had marked myself as a sinner and one unfit of the kindness of those I loved the most. The result of this was my becoming—of my own volition—a man who needed to feel that he was wanted by someone, by anyone. I was unhappy with my situation and how I was seen, so to rectify those feelings, I sought the company of women who wanted me; who promised to fulfill me. In those times of loose morals and empty wisdom, I found myself participating in acts I knew were wrong, but it didn’t matter. I wanted to be wanted and that’s what I was getting—for a few fleeting moments anyway. Looking back, I can see that I was simply searching to replace those feelings of love and acceptance I once felt from my loved ones, and I was doing it any way I could.

These days, I’m proud to say that my happiness has returned and I no longer look to substitute feelings from less-than-acceptable places. I may not always have the approval of those in my life, but that means very little to me now. I work to please only God, and if someone else doesn’t like the man I am because of it, it doesn’t bother me.

And that’s where I fell short back then. I ached so badly for the acceptance of those around me that when I didn’t have it, I attempted to procure it from those who I knew would provide me some small sample of what I needed, even if I was losing my soul along the way.

The truth is that though we want to be wanted (by family, friends, lovers, etc.), it takes being happy with our own selves and without the approval of others before we can truly be whole. Otherwise, we’re running around, searching for acceptance and replacement feelings from those who would only use us and then disappear, leaving us with broken hearts and aching guilt.

Without our own, self-gained happiness, we’ll forever be without the balance and wholeness that self-acceptance brings.

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My new book, “We are not Hoodlumswill be available March 27th.

I’ve been watching a lot of Alias lately. Like…a lot. If you’re not familiar with the show, it’s about a twenty-something woman who is recruited into what she thinks is the CIA but is actually a terrorist organization called SD6 posing as the CIA. It’s all very dramatic and awesome (and I’m not even talking about Bradley Cooper’s good looks being COMPLETELY BLOWN AWAY by the incredible good looks of Michael Vartan when they share scenes together) (yes, Bradley Cooper is in Alias).

Sidney Bristow (played by Jennifer Garner in her breakout role) is the center point of the show and who we follow from mission to mission, episode to episode. She’s smart, tough, beautiful, and ornery enough to cause some trouble every now and then.
In the show’s pilot episode, Sidney’s British-accented boyfriend of a couple years, Danny, decides to propose. After she accepts, Sidney suddenly feels guilty about lying to him for the last seven years and decides to tell him the truth about her work and who she works for, even though she was warned not to do so by her “company”. Which isn’t good because Danny doesn’t handle it well (can’t really blame him, honestly), gets drunk, and leaves her a voicemail airing his grievances with her for lying to him, etc. etc. etc. Well, once SD6 hears this voicemail, the head of the agency, Arvin Sloan (a real creepy slime ball) orders the assassination of Danny for “security purposes”. This ruins Sidney’s world (obviously), and through a plethora of random happenings, she ends up working for the real CIA, helping them bring down SD6…from the inside.
Over the next couple of seasons, Sidney works with the CIA to take down SD6 by running counter missions against the missions SD6 has her doing (still with me?). And yet, through all of the espionage, fights, double crosses, and cloned roommates (yeah…), Sidney holds tightly onto the hatred she feels for her boss, Arvin Sloan.

Now, I get that he had her fiancé murdered and yada yada yada, but what struck me as weird (and impressed me, honestly) is that Sidney never lets her hatred for this man waver a single bit. Every episode, she’s either spitting some vile hatred at him or about him, or simply clenching her jaw while she threatens to kill him. It’s intense, to say the least.

And as I sat through all of those wonderful episodes (I’ve watched about 51 episodes over the last 3 weeks so far) it struck me that a lot of us are very much like Sidney. Something awful or traumatic happens in our life and we desperately hold on to that pain, that experience. For what ever reason, we dwell on that less-than-desirable situation by harping over it and focusing on it until it consumes us and turns us into this bitter, broken version of our former self. And while we may not have had a fiancé murdered by our terrorist boss (or maybe you have…?), a bad situation is relative to the person who’s having to deal with the resulting pain. Pain is real and pain hurts, and we should each be allowed enough time to heal from the wounds we’ve been caused. But unlike dear Sidney Bristow, it’s in our best interest to move beyond the pain and heartache of the past and instead, choose to focus on what lies ahead of us.
We may still think on the rottenness of the happenings of our long ago from time to time, but if we can release the bitterness we feel and make the conscious choice to move beyond it all, we have more time, energy, and love to focus elsewhere.

The truth is that bad things are going to happen to all of us. It’s how we deal and cope with these situations that allows us to either become drawn down and bitter, or wide-eyed and smiling.
And it’s okay to be sad and regretful when bad things befall us, but it will always be in our best interest to break past that forest of sadness and doubt and move to the sunnier side of life. It’s not always easy and it doesn’t always feel good, but if we truly care for our own health and happiness, we’ll let go and move on.

Twitter: @Cory_Copeland

As I sat in the airport parking lot, I knew I should be anywhere else but there. It was possible she still belonged to someone else and I was invading that commitment. But I stepped out and met her at baggage claim anyway. We hugged tight and smiled sweetly. I’d missed her.
I tossed her bag into the back of my 4Runner and opened her door for her. She pulled me close, hugging me again before she got in. She’d missed me too.
The cold air freshened my lungs as I breathed deep and closed her door. A heavy sigh escaped my lips as I walked around to my side, trying to maintain my balance on the fading ice. Late December has a way of keeping you on your toes.

We sat there in the same parking lot, talking about her trip and smiling back and forth. We’d talked nonstop for weeks and I was excited to finally spend time with her. She reached out and took my hand and kissed it. I suddenly felt wanted and alive. I asked about her boyfriend, but she only smiled sadly and ignored the question. The sadness in her eyes provided the vague permission I needed. I leaned close and told her I couldn’t wait any longer. I pulled her to me and I kissed her soft and slow.

We sat there for a thousand years and enjoyed ourselves. We pulled at each other as our lips caressed and pushed. It was all so wonderful and inviting. I knew it wouldn’t stop there if that’s what I wanted, and I did. And even as we drove across slippery bridges, aimed for her house, I thought of the man she was committed to and how I was not him. But being with her felt sweet and I didn’t want the evening to end. So I drove her home and I spent the night, gaining everything I desired and leaving nothing wanting.

It felt good.

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Though we sometimes try to fight the feelings, we are a selfish lot. We know right from wrong and we know which we should choose. And yet, because we are a people perpetually aiming for completeness and satisfaction, we often find ourselves at the wrong end of a decision, exploring a situation through ill-conceived means. We go for that which makes us feel good and wanted. We sleep with the girl betrothed to another. We kiss the boy who has a girlfriend. We steal the money that isn’t ours. We cheat those who mean so little to us; all in the name of tingling feelings and selfish satisfaction. We know what we’re doing is wrong, but because it feels good to us, because we want to do it, we continue on toward our betrayals. We’re getting our way, and right now, that’s all that matters.

And when the guilt comes, we regret what we’ve done and we ask for forgiveness. We look back on our trespasses with fallen eyes and promise to do better from here on. And we do try. We try hard. But until we work through the lack of maturity and rampant selfishness that holds us close, we’ll continue to do what pleases us and what makes us feel good. We’ll take those creeping steps toward the ugly side of ourselves until we’ve gotten what we’ve wanted and then we’ll retreat back to center, hoping the regret passes soon.

As the above example proves, I am the worst of the lot. I did what I wanted because I knew it would make me feel good and whole. I didn’t care who or what she had waiting for her and I didn’t care what was right. I only cared for my own satisfaction and approval. I have to be better than that. We have to be better than that.
As Christians, as people, we have to choose the right way to every presented situation and forgo the wronged things that make us feel as we so desire. We can be better than our former selves and we can walk upright. We just have to set ourselves aside and choose correctness over selfishness.

And really, that’s the hardest choice of all.

Twitter: @Cory_Copeland

Sitting on the top shelf of my bedroom’s closet is my grandpa’s old .22 pistol. It’s a worn down weapon of many years and choices. That gun stares at me every time I come into my room, and for a few long moments each time, I stare back. As I stare, the thought passes through my head of how easy it would be to slip ammo into its rounded chamber, put the gun to my temple, and pull the trigger. The thought is a dangerous one and one I usually dismiss as soon as I leave the room, but it’s there and the fact that I’ve contemplated ending my life more than once gives me pause.
It’s not that I hate my life or am so severely depressed that I can’t take it anymore. In actuality, I have a very good life and I consider myself blessed because not every one is as fortunate as I am. And yet, often times I consider how easy it would be to end my days here on Earth. I think about not having to fight the daily war of pushing back my depression so that I may breathe easy and enjoy myself. I ponder on how effortless it would be to squeeze a trigger and never have to worry about the struggle of succeeding or failing at anything ever again. I wonder what waits for me on the other side of death and what all it entails.
These are the thoughts that race through my head every time I see that old shooter sitting there at the top of the closet, waiting. One quick pop and I’d never have another worry again. Bringing myself to an end all seems a bit too easy, really.

But then I consider what my death would mean to the people in my life. How would my mother and father cope with their oldest son dying by his own hand? How would my three brothers deal with the passing of their sibling and friend? How wounded would my friends feel that I didn’t reach out for their help before pulling a rusted trigger? And most of all, what would my little girl do or become without her father in her life? How could I do something like that to the people I love and care for? How could I be that self-centered and careless? These are the rescuing thoughts that keep my hands empty and the chamber bare.

And even still, I’ve come to the realization that I don’t stay alive for all of them. I stay alive for me and for what I’ve been awarded. I’ve been given a purpose and the curiosity to see how that purpose is fulfilled. I’ve been given a gift and that gift is my life. I’m to do more things than I have as of yet. That’s what truly keeps me ignoring that ancient .22 and the simplicity of its mechanics.

But some of you aren’t as easily swayed from those thoughts of suicide. You harbor them and you struggle with them every single day. It seems all too easy and carefree to end things now so you can alleviate the worry, doubt, and pain you feel day after day. Those thoughts follow you and they haunt you, calling for your attention. And even as you’ve read these words, you contemplate halting your life in its tracks. If that’s the case for you, please know that you are not alone as you face these thoughts. It may feel as though you are, but there are millions of us who deal with a similar situation. I understand that may not help break through those thoughts and pain, but please understand that your life is worth living. Your soul may feel broken by the blows life’s been dealing you, but if you can sustain them and if you can whether your storm, things will get better. You’ve been given a reason and purpose for populating this Earth and I pray you realize that before it’s too late. No matter what you’re going through or how significant and dreadful it weighs and feels, you are worth your fight to survive. I believe in you and I have faith in your strength. Please, for your friends, your family, and for me, choose to live on for another day. Times won’t always be this rough and trying. And when the clouds finally break and your sun shines bright, you’ll be thankful that you fought on, strong and proud.

Lastly, if you feel that you need someone to talk to and rely on, please contact HOPELINE at 1(800)442-4673. They are specifically trained to help you with what you’re facing. And if you prefer a more familiar friend, please feel free to email me anytime at Cory@CoryCopeland.net. I’m not a trained professional by any means, but I face what you do and I’ll do whatever I can do listen and help you with what you’re going through.

Please reach out and find the help you need. You are worth the life you have. Believe that and fight to continue living. Your life is worth the struggle. I promise.

Twitter: @Cory_Copeland

Looking at me, most people assume I’m no more than 21/22 years in age. My baby-face apparently gives off a notion of being young. It’s only when they learn that I’m actually scooting close to 28 that they nod as if to say, “Yeah, okay. The tired eyes, the bits of gray hair. I can see it now.” And yet, if they knew all that I’d been over, under, and through in the last 10 years, they’d understand that I don’t feel 28. I feel 48.

In the past, I’ve written my thoughts on what it means to rise above your relationship status; how we shouldn’t allow our relationship status—or lack thereof—dictate how we see ourselves or our worth. And to be honest, I felt justified in writing that piece because I’ve been through that very thing, but with an added twist.
At the tender and vulnerable age of 19, I got married. It was a fast-paced, knuckleheaded mistake that shouldn’t have happened. And after 36 months and what felt like a thousand years, the marriage was put to rest by two signatures on three pieces of paper. At the ripe old age of 22, I was a divorcee. Sexy, huh?

Over the next few months and years, I began to face and experience what it means to be qualified by others based solely on what your past holds. These light minded people—friends, members of my church, family members, work associates, etc.—all began to see me as something used and broken. To compound the issue, most of the women I became interested in weren’t willing to date someone who had been divorced. I was in a catch22 of sorts. I’d only date a certain kind of girl, but the kind of girl I wanted to date wouldn’t date a guy like me. I was divorced. I was that guy.
Soon, I began to feel as though I had earned the mantle I was being handed again and again. After all, if most of my acquaintances thought the same thing, could they all really be wrong? I slowly slid down a slope lit with depression and lacking in self-worth. Because I had a failed marriage on my life’s resume, I was now considered used goods, and I would have to learn how to accept that. But the trifling of this acceptance bred something else in me. Because I felt so worthless and pitiful, I began to lower myself into things I knew weren’t good for me. I slept around with women I barely knew and I swallowed little wonderful pills that made my head swim and my feelings go numb. I was trying so hard to bury my pain by replacing it with other feelings, I did whatever it took to make me feel something else…or nothing at all. There was no worth in the vision and opinion I held of myself. There was only confiscated dreams and failed love.

Slowly, I began to tire of my antics. I was bored with settling for things I didn’t want and feelings that left me bruised. I began to shake past the restrictions and opinions I had placed on my own worth. I began to smile more and became brave. I walked with my head up high and owned the part of my story that saw me as a divorced twenty-something with a sketchy past that swayed to lesser justifications and shortened reasons. I began to realize that I was worth more than my past dictated. I was worth more than the world wanted me to believe.
These days, it’d be nearly impossible for you or anyone else to convince me that my divorce makes me less of a man, a person, or a Christian. Why? Because I now tell that story with fervor, hoping it inspires others to sidestep the mistakes I made so that they may avoid the heartache that I felt. Because of a past full of mistakes and pain, I can show others a way around the pitfalls of my youth. I’ve accepted my story and allowed it to add to my worth. My past has given me a purpose and it just so happens to involve the very things that made me feel so worthless in the first place.

And that’s what I want to convey to you today. You may not have been divorced already, but it’s likely that you have things in your past you’re not proud of. It’s even possible that thoughts and recollections of them haunt you and cause you to question the worth you hold as a person now, in the present.
I want you to stop for a moment and realize that who you are today is a far cry from who you were then. Yes, you may regret those mistakes, but allow yourself to rise above them and become more because of them. Let those past mistakes fuel your purpose and paint your life’s picture with bright, shining colors. Who you are is not who you were. And we are always more than our past dictates.

Hold your head high and believe that today is the beginning of the acceptance you feel for yourself. Your past no longer holds sway over you. You’re better than that and you mean more to this world than that. The faults of your past do not get to dictate the goodness of your future. Remember that and hold it deep within your heart. Believe that you are worth more than the past you left behind. Because you are. I’m a breathing testament to that very truth.

Twitter: @Cory_Copeland

Love is beautiful
…when you feel you might burst from the happiness that’s ravaged your bones and electrified your insides; all because you’ve fallen for the one who completes the beat of your heart and filled the emptiness of your hand.
Love is lonely
…when you’ve fallen for the far off one. Yet the distance only strengthens your resolve to love them with all that you possess.
Love is calm
…as your stubbornness rears and you want nothing more than to fight for what you believe to be right. But instead, you’re quiet and respectful, smiling and breathing peace in to your trembling union.
Love is frightening
…when you’re fingering the ring in your pocket, unsure of the answer that will slip from her lips. But you bend your willful knee anyway, ready to take a chance on the mighty calling your heart feels for hers.
Love is  tomorrow
…when you wake with them on your mind, willing and able to do whatever it may take to bring happiness and fulfillment to your forever love. For without their happiness, your own is left void.
Love is a wrecker
…when you realize what you are isn’t what’s best for the one you crave. But instead of grasping tight and harboring them for yourself, you smile the sad smile and release them to find the perfect forever from which you’ve delayed them. And in your hearts of hearts, you know you’ve done that which is right.
 Love is salvation
…when you’re lost within yourself, depressed and eaten with guilt, but by simply reaching out to the keeper of your human heart, you find forgiveness and redemption in their mercy.
Love is always
…because you know that without them, you’ll never be complete. Days and years and decades may crash around you, but without them near your side, you will be left empty and without cause.
Love is hopeful
…because the possibilities are endless and with them, you can conquer it all.

Twitter: @Cory_Copeland

Note: Earlier today, this article was published and subsequently removed by Prodigal Magazine. Why exactly? I’m still not entirely sure to be honest. 
However, I believe a certain amount of courage is needed to stand behind the words you write and publish. If you believe something, stand up and speak out. This was that.
Regardless, here is the article in its entirety.

Thank you for reading,

-C

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Oh, sex.

I know exactly what you’re thinking right now. “Dear baby Jesus. Another Christian writing about sex?! C’mon! Enough already!” And you know what? You’re right.

Sex is everywhere and it’s in everything. No matter where we turn, no matter what we get involved in, there’s sex, waiting to engage us and turn our minds astray. It’s on the news, it’s on the blogs, and it’s even at Church these days. Preachers evoke it in their sermons and youth pastors cover it repeatedly in their lessons to the dozing youth. Why? Because it’s a relatable, sizzling subject. It’s polarizing. Hearing the word “sex” makes the ears perk up and piques the interest of those lucky enough to be in earshot of whoever is speaking. We hear someone talking about sex and we’re suddenly interested. And the main reasons sex seems like such an awesomely popular subject? It’s a fun subject to talk about, read about, and participate in (if we’re being honest).

If you grew up like I did, you didn’t talk about sex…ever. It wasn’t discussed, it wasn’t acknowledged, and it most certainly was not an idea that was welcomed into the home. If a movie was on and a steamy scene started to take place, the videotape was quickly ripped from the VCR (ask your parents what that is) and hastily returned to the local Blockbuster (again, ask your parents). Sex just wasn’t tolerated in my parents’ household. Maybe because they had three super sarcastic sons and they thought acknowledging the subject wouldn’t be worth the trouble—or we’d eventually just figure it out on our own.
And this is the way a lot of Evangelicals are brought up. Sex either isn’t discussed or it’s described as this wretched, horrible, awful thing that you only do if you are a godless sinner…until you are married; then it’s totally fine and yay for sex! The message we’re feeding and being fed is so conflicting that it leads to a misunderstanding of what sex really is. And what happens when we don’t understand something? We begin to fear it while becoming equally enamored by it.

You won’t hear this in most churches or Christian homes, but having sex isn’t the end of the world. Is it a sin to have sex outside of marriage according to the Bible? Yes, it is.
Is it possible that you could catch a venereal disease or cause a pregnancy/get pregnant? Absolutely! Both happen all the time.
However, the hard and fast truth remains that the Apocalypse won’t happen, the Earth won’t be sucked into a black hole, and you likely won’t be stoned all because you knocked boots without a ring on your finger. It may feel like that sometimes with the way the subject of sex is taught and discussed within the Church, but it simply isn’t true. At its very root, sex is nothing more than a physical act between two people that just so happens to house enough emotional and mental ramifications to flatten an elephant. It’s how we choose to approach and respect the act of sex that matters the most. And despite the rampant discussion of the subject, we’re still finding it difficult to deliver the truth on the subject.

Sex is nothing to be afraid of and it’s not something that we should feel ashamed about. It is, however, important that we understand and respect sex for what it is supposed to be; the physical manifestation of love between two married people. Beyond that, sex is a relative minefield of hazardous issues, emotions, and promises. It is something serious that can bring about its own complications. This is why the subject of premarital sex is taught against with such ferocious might by some and thoroughly avoided by others. Sex can be messy, complicated, and cause a litany of problems for those involved, whether between a couple in a relationship or those who just do it for “funsies”. It’s the deepest physical connection that two beings can have. Because of that, the power that sex holds over our minds, hearts, and emotions is immense.

As Christians who have committed to following God and His Word, we are meant to refrain from sex outside of marriage because it is a sin. Is it worse than any other sin? Not in the least bit. But because of the severity of the implications, feelings, and problems that can arise from having sex outside of marriage, we’ve been groomed to believe that the world may just implode if we get our unmarried freak on.

And while premarital sex remains a sin that is plainly explained as such in the Bible, it is no mightier or deadlier than any other sin in God’s Book. If we’ve engaged in premarital sex before, God will readily forgive that sin just as He would any of the other sins we commit every single day. Should we refrain from sex if we’re not married? Yes, because it is a sin against God.
It’s time we quit propagating fear-filled lies about sex or ignoring it all together, and instead, open up the lines of communication so that we can freely discuss our questions and feelings about sex without building it into this great big monster that should be feared.

Because sex isn’t going anywhere. It’s been a temptation since the dawn of time and it will always be that way. It’s our responsibility to approach and discuss the subject with responsibility and light so that we no longer fear sex, but rather healthfully respect it as we should.

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Whenever the subject of repentance comes up, my mind immediately jumps to thoughts of God being mad at me for screwing up this or that and me needing to apologize for it. But that’s probably because I’m a heathen Christian who does more wrong than he does right, despite my best intentions. And depending on your own standing in the Kingdom, you may have the same reaction when hearing of repenting and the like. However, the truth is that repentance isn’t an act mutually exclusive to the ways and means of God and the Church. Often times, we owe repentance to the friends and family in our lives. And that’s when things can get a bit sticky.

When we bow our hearts and offer a repentant and contrite apology to God for the sins we’ve committed and the things we’ve done wrong, He immediately forgives us. There are no questions of why we did or if we’ll do it again. Instead, He wipes our proverbial slate clean and offers us a fresh, sin-free start again…and again and again and again. His mercy is boundless and no matter how many times we sin and mess things up, He’ll forgive us, always and forever. It’s glorious arrangement, really. His grace is astounding.
But we humans? We’re another story altogether. When someone wrongs us, it usually takes us a little while to be okay with it, doesn’t it? We struggle with the feelings and insecurities that crop up after we’ve been made a fool of or been taken advantage of, and though we know we should forgive and forget, that nagging bit of pride mixed with resentment keeps us from doing as we should. Because we are the furthest things from a holy deity, our mercy and our grace is full of restrictions and caveats.

And what happens when we’re the ones who have wronged someone else? Even when we know we’ve done wrong and should admit to it and offer our apologies, we can sometimes be just as stubborn, refusing to admit to our discrepancies. Again, it’s that rotten pride that stunts our growth and maturity. And because we can’t or won’t admit that we’re wrong and ask for forgiveness—from God or others—we end up with a relationship lacking in love and/or trust. Really, we’re cheating ourselves out of something grand, simply because we’re too ignorant and stubborn to admit when we’re wrong.

Few things in this life feel more lonely or fallen than when we know we should be able to forgive someone for what they’ve done to us, but we just can’t. No matter what we try to do, the scenario keeps running through our mind over and over again, pushing our willingness to forgive further and further away.
And conversely, the weight of guilt that inhabits our chest when we know we need to confess and repent for the things we’ve done wrong is unparalleled and often times stress inducing. And in both scenarios, avoiding the circumstances of suffering would be accomplished if we’d just be willing to accept the responsibility of what’s required of us.

If we can work to a place in which we understand that our willingness to forgive is directly related to our ability to accept the fault in others, we’ll be awarded the same grace when we’re the one in need of forgiveness. It only takes accepting the responsibility that comes with both forgiving and repenting. The two aren’t that different from each other, after all. They both require a sense of responsibility and grace.
If we can master that, if we can come to fully understand what it means to be forgiven and to forgive, we’ll be more willing to do both.

Twitter: @Cory_Copeland

At no point does the Bible mention the internet. Trust me, I’ve looked. This could be for a number of reasons, chiefly among them that the stupid thing (which I love) hadn’t been invented yet. So when dealing with the internet and all of its temptations, we are left to our own devices and interpretations of what we should and should not do. Really, it’s our responsibility to apply the other lessons we’ve learned about right and wrong, good and evil, and make the Godly decision from there. And this is fine when it comes to avoiding porn or acting like you’re an exiled Nigerian prince needing some help from a lonely and gullible soul. Those situations and others like them are pretty much black and white. But when it comes to the arena of romance and life partners, suddenly most Christians find themselves in a world consisting of about fifty shades of grey (not like that, you perv). We want to be happy and we want what God has for us, so when it comes to finding the person we’ll spend the rest of our lives with, we hesitate between acceptable and non-acceptable ways of doing that.
We know it’s acceptable to find that person within the confines of the Church. That’s an easy one. But at a bar or nightclub? Most of us would feel only a little uneasy about connecting with someone in that sort of atmosphere because it’s not typically where you’d find other Christians—and as Christians, it makes sense that we’d want to date and marry a like-minded soul. However, online dating is a whole other ballgame when it comes to the world of romance. Why? Because most of us are still unsure if God is okay with us finding a mate while online or would He rather we sit quietly on the pew and wait for our prince/princess to come along. And that’s where we hesitate.

At this point in history, almost everything we do is housed within the workings of the internet. We can attend church by watching a streaming service. We have 47 different social networks we just have to check 47 different times a day. We can attend class online, and if we do happen to physically attend a class, most of our homework is now found on our school’s interweb. Our work schedule is found on our company’s website. We can even shop for new clothes while we sit at home in our underwear. Just about everything we’re a part of is found within the wonderful world of the internet. And being as it is, we’re bound to meet and get to know people we wouldn’t have normally met if it weren’t for our online activity.
We connect with people on Facebook, Twitter, in the comments of blogs, and everywhere else we interact; sometimes even friendships and relationships form from these connections (one of my best friends married the love of his life two years after meeting her on the old Facebook. They tell people Mark Zuckerberg introduced them). Personally, some of my best friends are people I’ve met through this space or my Twitter account.
So if we’re already meeting people and getting to know them in an online environment (and no one seems to be accruing the wrath of God for it), why would joining an online dating site be any different? Basically, it’s creating a profile and letting other single people know that you’re in the market for a mate. In my personal and uneducated opinion, I can’t see why God would have an issue with it.

Are we to represent ourselves truthfully while online? Absolutely, seeing as we are to be bearers of the truth at all times. Are we to keep from engaging in nefarious and underhanded deeds while getting to know someone through the screen of our laptop? Mmhmm, seeing as how we are to aim for living a clean and separated life. Are we to guard our hearts and hesitantly trust anyone we haven’t actually met in person, no matter how well we get to know them over our accounts and electronic devices? Manti Te’o is solemnly nodding yes.

The truth is that God will lead us to whomever we’re supposed to be with, and I don’t think He limits Himself to only in-person meetings anymore. The world is too big, the internet is even bigger, and His will rules it all. Whether on a site built specifically for meeting people romantically or just in our everyday online use, if we’re blessed enough to come across someone who makes our heart skip and our breath catch, there’s no reason that connection can’t last forever. Is there a stigma that comes from meeting someone online? Unfortunately, there still is (as Ted and the gang proved with what’s-her-name), but it’s a stigma that’s lessening day by day, honestly.
So if you feel like jumping in to the online dating world, go for it. We’re all on His romantic time and mercy regardless.

Twitter: @Cory_Copeland

I consider myself to be a very lucky and blessed man. And it’s not only because I have great hair or can beatbox like a champ (both of which happen to be true); no, I count myself as favored because my life is surrounded by incredible women who add so much meaning it. It’s true.

There’s Autumn, Breezy, Brittny, Cassi, Elizabeth, Lauren, Lindsey, Mandy, Megan, Micaela, Molly, and Stephanie. Each and every one of these women is intelligent, funny, talented, beautiful, witty, kind, caring, and full of life. They all add so much value to the lives of others and they do it with a graceful heart and shining smile. I find it incredible that I’m blessed to know all of them. And on top of all that other wonderful stuff, each and every one of them is single, just like me.

So if they’re so great and wonderful and awesome, why don’t I pursue any of them with romantic intentions? What keeps me from forgoing the bounds of our friendship and pursuing one of these wonderful ladies with butterflies in my stomach and soft words in my heart? Setting aside the fact that every last one of them is entirely too wise to give me the romantic time of day (which I respect and admire), I hesitate to pursue something more with them because they’re my friends. Because they mean so very much to me, I find it terrifying to imagine ruining what we have for the mere chance at something romantic (especially considering my track record with relationships and exes). As astoundingly wonderful as they each are, the friendship I have with them means more to me than the possibility of love that could one day exist. And I could honestly never forgive myself if I somehow took what we had and dashed it against the rocks of romance. The thought of any of them never speaking to me again is troublesome at best.

It’s likely that you’ve been in the same boat as I am. Most of us have that one friend of the opposite (or same) sex who seems perfect for us in every way (I guess I’m just blessed enough to have 12 of them). They like the things we like, they laugh at the stuff that makes us laugh, and they make us feel good about ourselves. We love this person and we care about them. And most of all, we know they love and care for us too.
Sometimes this situation can lead to romance. You sit and you discuss this chemistry you have and you decide, “Hey, why don’t we give this a shot? We’ll be great together!” And sometimes, this works out. Monica and Chandler showed us as much, even though it took them a few years to make the zoom zoom go boom boom.
Other times, one friend feels the desire for more while the other does not. This usually results in a hidden pining and tortured heart (see: George for Jerry on Seinfeld) (oh, it’s true) or brave confessions followed by soft rejection which result in a wounded friendship (see: Bumper for Fat Amy in Pitch Perfect) (this isn’t entirely accurate. I just wanted a reason to reference my favorite movie of 2012).
And still other times, we find ourselves in the same boat that I am now. We realize the potential of what’s in front of us, but we hesitate because the dark and sinister questions of “what if?” loom above us.
What if things go wrong and our friendship is ruined? What if he/she is a horrible kisser? What if he/she poots in their sleep? What if our relationship is never the same? The entire ordeal can be stressful and mind-numbing.

How do you decide if and/or when to pursue something more with this person you’ve come to care so much about?

The key is to decide if you’re willing to risk your friendship for the possibility of more. There’s no right or wrong answer, really. It’s a decision you and your BFF have to make together. I’ve had that talk with a few of the ladies mentioned above and after they caught their breath from laughing so hard at the thought of me trying to woo them, they agreed that our friendship was too valuable to risk. But that may not be the case for you. Each relationship and each circumstance is unique. Maybe you and your “frand” are destined to spend forever together as a couple. Or maybe you’re just meant to be friends. It’s up to you to decide that for yourselves and move on (or not) from there.

Friendship or romance? The two aren’t mutually exclusive, but they don’t always go together either.

Twitter: @Cory_Copeland

What does it mean to be wrecked, exactly? Not in the way one car wrecks another, but the kind of wrecked when something or someone comes along and completely discombobulates your life, mind, and heart. Everything you thought you knew is now in question because for once, you’ve been awoken to new truth. To be wrecked is to be reduced to rubble and rebuilt. And this wrecking can produce itself in good and bad ways.

They say love is a wrecker. We’re marching along, happy and satisfied though wanting, and suddenly, our world is turned upside down by some ardent lover. We are wrecked from the first day because we weren’t aware we could feel these things or speak those words. They lift us up and brighten our life. We love them and they return that love tenfold. It’s all so wonderful and meaningful.
But as time passes, we grow accustomed to one another and we become comfortable. Eventually, our effort passes by the wayside and we merely exist in each other’s company. Soon after, the fights start and the passion that once burned so brightly between us turns to white hot rage. Filth spills from our mouth as we hurl insults at this person we once cherished. We do our best to hurt them, to reduce them, to wreck them.
The ending is inevitable and comes much later than it should have. We are undone and we are broken for a spell. What once was a wrecking of saintly beauty has turned us into a twisted form of bruised feelings and lonely regret. Love has wrecked us.

They say love is a wrecker. We’ve played this game before and are leery of its black magic. We proceed with caution, but the curiosity is too much for our sensibilities to resist. This new angel has appeared and with it, has cast away every doubt and hesitation we once held. We step slow but steady, proceeding at a comfortable pace because we’ve been wrecked by that wretched potential before and we aren’t in a hurry to be back there. But this new hope pulls us forward with grace and charity. Slowly, beautifully, we are becoming wrecked once again.
The nights are softer and the days feel longer. Everything is sweeter and moves slower. We feel whole again and want nothing more than to be with our lover forever. We speak sweet and smile wide. Cross words rarely pass through our lips and anger feels like a thing of our past. We are happy now and we are wrecked in goodness and love. Our once desperate life was found a new meaning steeped in graciousness and beauty. We are fulfilled. We are satisfied. Reduced to nothing and rebuilt, we have been wrecked.

And while it’s possible you’ve experienced both of these scenarios as I have, a begging question is brought forth.

What kind of wrecker are you?

Do you fill those around you with happiness and grace? Or do you selfishly take what you can and leave those around you wrecked and angry?
Are you a faithful friend and lover who aches to make others whole? Or are you in search of your own fulfillment and your own desperate treasure?
Do you wreck others in goodness and beauty? Or do you leave them broken and regretting the time spent in your company?

We all will wreck and we all will be wrecked. With guarded hearts and hopeful vision, we can avoid the lesser and wreck this world with love and understanding.

Twitter: @Cory_Copeland

“Laugh as much as you choose, but you will not laugh me out of my opinion.”
Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice

This is perhaps my favorite quote from my favorite author. And I won’t apologize for loving
Austen. There is a beauty and wit to her words. (Also, Mr. Darcy. Enough said.)
The absolute best thing about this quote? It is said by the soft-spoken and timid character, Jane Bennett.
She is forever trying to please those around her, yet this is a moment of determination, of
strength, of unflinching certainty.
You will not laugh me out of my opinion. You will not change my mind. You will not sway me.

I admire Jane for her resolve in this moment, because I think it is terribly easy to yield to the
pressures that surround us. Whether it’s from your family or friends or church or even society
in general, we are often told who we should be, what we should do, and how we should think.
We’re inundated with what is expected and what is “normal”, and it can be almost impossible
to defy the standards and break away. It’s not always easy to be different, to be completely
yourself.

And in those moments, Jane’s words are empowering: You will not laugh me out of my opinion.
You will not laugh me out of my beliefs. You will not laugh me out of my passions. You will not
change me.

Because I believe God created each of us with a purpose, something we are meant to do. He gave
us each a dream and the passion to make it happen. There is a burning desire within each of us to
fulfill that dream, to bring it to life, to become exactly what we were created to be.

Yet we are sometimes pulled away from it. Obstacles arise that give us pause. People come into
our lives that throw everything we knew, everything we believed implicitly into question. They
look at our dreams and passion and don’t understand them or us. To them, it seems ridiculous or useless or unnecessary. We begin to rethink and over-think and second-guess. Is this truly what I was meant to do? Or am I merely fooling myself?

And perhaps we try to do something else, something easy and safe. We hear the laughter of those
close to us and give in to it. We become embarrassed of our dream, of what we wanted. We turn
the mirror on ourselves and begin to see our dream as others do – silly, unattainable, impractical.

I don’t believe our dreams and passions are ever truly silenced, however. They linger in our
minds, echoing throughout our entire being. They haunt us, occasionally reminding us of who we
are meant to be. They cannot leave us be. They cannot be laughed away.

We aren’t meant to push our passions into the dark recesses of our mind, fighting to subdue them
as we do what is expected, what is easy, what is comfortable. We are meant to chase after them,
to own them, to let them own us. We should fight for them, for the pleasure they bring us and the
satisfaction they leave behind.

I believe that you deserve to revel in your passions, in the talents God gave especially to you, and
you should never feel embarrassment over what brings you to life. You should never apologize
for being in love with what gives flight to your fancy and lights your soul.

You should never allow anyone to laugh you out of your dream.

Never believe when someone tells you your dreams are a bit too crazy; that you might not make
it in music or acting or writing or photography or whatever it is that owns your heart. Because it
is a part of you, and you should never be made to feel ashamed of what makes your heart happy
and brings you peace and joy.

This is your life and your moment. You deserve to be exactly who you were created to be, who
God intended for you to be. You deserve to do what you love.

Twitter: @CassiClerget
Blog: CassiClerget.com

If we’re honest, some of us can admit that our lives haven’t played out the way we thought they would or should. A million and one less-than-stellar things have happened to us or because of us, but more than that, sometimes it feels as though life has some sort of sick vendetta against us. Dreams fail or good things remain absent, and really, it can be easy to accept that this is just the way life is; some sort of beaten exercise in crestfallen adventures and broken values.

What’s worse is that if we’re a Christian who puts their faith and trust in God, it can be entirely too easy to blame God for the lack of good in our life. Because we walk in Him and aim to follow His ways, it’s convenient to wonder why more beautiful things don’t happen to us; especially if He really loves and cares for us the way the Bible says. After all, aren’t we the chosen ones who are supposed to be blessed and taken care of because of our place in His family? Thoughts like these can become far too prevalent when we’re facing a situation(s) that are lacking in goodness and grace.

The truth is that a majority of the bad or less-than-good things that befall us have nothing to do with God. But rather, they are the result of the choices we make and the decisions we bring upon ourselves. Does God have complete control of what does and does not happen in our lives? Absolutely, the story of Job teaches us as much. But the choices we make lead to the situations we find ourselves in, and often times, God allows the results of our decisions to stand as truth.
When we choose a path to take in life, that decision carries consequences and results, leading to more situations and more choices. Really, life is little more than a series of decisions to make and choices to weigh. But when that series leads to us facing seemingly insurmountable odds, the humanistic, sin-based part of us can begin to wonder why God hates us so much that He would let so many bad things happen to us.

It’s this self-centered frame of mind that can lead to us separating ourselves from God and His ways.

The truth is—and will always remain—that God is incapable of hating us. We are His creations and the Children whom He cares for so deeply. He may hate the sins we commit and He may hate the things and situations we cause to happen, but He doesn’t hate us. Conversely, He adores us and wants nothing more than to be closer with us, but He understands that without gifting us free will, He wouldn’t be the benevolent God He is. Instead, He would be a dictator moving chess pieces around on the world’s board, doing with us as He pleased, when He pleased.

But God gives us the will and freedom to make our own choices, even when those choices don’t line up with the plans He has for our lives. That understanding of mercy is nearly impossible to fathom. Only our God could grasp such a perfectly intricate blending of His will and our freedom. It’s staggering, really.

So no, God doesn’t hate us and no, He doesn’t keep good things from happening to us to teach us a lesson. He simply allows us to take responsibility for the choices we make and sometimes those responsibilities are a burden to bear. Does He still protect us and hope we learn from the choices we make? Yes, He does, and He does it in kindness and in grace, often times including the smallest, sweetest of blessing even in the midst of our disobedience or struggles.

As His children, it is our responsibility to do our absolute best to seek after His will and plan for our life. Then, we are able to understand the steps and paths we should take throughout our days so that we are fulfilling the plans He has for our life. It’s on that path that we reach our ultimate happiness and satisfaction. We only have to trust Him to get us there.

Our God has no hate in His heart, least of all for us. He has nothing but love to share. And though life can lead us to believe otherwise on occasion, the bad things coming at us one after another aren’t there to punish us; they’re there to teach us and to mold us. It’s up to us to handle them with the respect and maturity our walk in Him requires.

Twitter: @Cory_Copeland

Ladies, I’m here to help in any way that I can. Whether it be with advice or direction or simply answering any questions you may have about the male species, I’m your guy. Just consider me your man behind the enemy lines. Basically, I’m the straightest gay best friend you’ll ever have.

So when I see and hear women wondering what caused their man to scamper off with his tale between his legs, I can’t help but examine the situation and pinpoint just what caused the severing of their little union. After all, some men (and women) lie when they’re breaking up with you (the heathens *ahem*), so how can you be certain the reason they’re giving for the breakup is actually the God’s honest truth? Unless you’re clairvoyant or Phoebe Buffay, you can’t, really.

However, through my own millions and millions of terminated relationships (that may be only a slight exaggeration) and the breakups I’ve witnessed, read about, and caused (I was a terrible person at one point in my life), I’ve deduced five sure fire things that will make a man drop almost all contact and run for them there hills. Use them for good (avoid doing them to keep your guy around) or evil (do them on purpose to drive a guy away); the choice is 100% yours. I’m merely the messenger and I hope not to get shot over this or any other article of mine.

Disclaimer: there is, of course, the exception to every rule. So these five things may not work on every guy, every time. But as general guidelines, they’re pretty spot on.

Disclaimer Part 2: this is all written from a man’s perspective, so it’s likely to offend at least some of you ladies. To that, I shrug and say, “Meh…” However, you can’t say you haven’t been warned.

Anyhoo, I present to you, five ways to scare a man off:

Plan/Talk About Your Wedding/Marriage Before He’s Proposed
Few things are as frightening as a woman who is recklessly desperate to be married. And really, it’s not even their fault. It’s the stupid part of society that pressures women to be married by 25 or be shunned for good (this is especially prevalent in the Christian culture. Ugh). Some women take this a bit too seriously and make it their life’s mission to snag a man and drag him down the aisle as Edwin McCain’s “I’ll Be” plays (sexiest saxophone evah). Only, most men can smell the scent of desperation a mile away and it causes them to run in the opposite direction. In fact, part of the reason my last relationship ended was because my girlfriend at the time began discussing marriage after only 4 months of us being together and kept talking about it and kept talking about it and…well, you get the picture. It was daunting to say the least (mainly because I got married too quickly once before and I’m not in a rush to make that same mistake twice).
Even though you may really want to get married, there’s no reason to bring up any sort of wedding/marriage related subjects in the first 6 months of your relationship (again, there are exceptions to every rule, aren’t there, Darrell and Ally?). If the guy isn’t ready to hear it, he’s likely going to be frightened off (we men are cowards like that).
So keep that hope chest locked tight until enough time has passed so that broaching the subject doesn’t seem too weird or unnatural.
A good rule of thumb: if you have to ask if it’s too soon to be talking about marriage, it probably is.

Name Your Non-Existent Children
This should be fairly obvious, but just in case it isn’t, let’s break it down.
To some men (and women, actually), having children can be seen as a prison of sorts (no offense to the kiddos, but it’s the truth). It limits what you can do and where you can go for about 18 years. So if you’ve already picked out your future kids’ names, maybe keep them to yourself unless you’re asked or something.
The only thing scarier than a woman desperate to get married is a woman desperate to have kids because a kid lasts forever and marriages are pretty easily done away with these days (insert frowny face).
Therefore, until little Ansel or tiny Sephora are possibly, maybe on their way, it’s probably best to keep mum about them around your new boyfriend. Unless you’re already sick of him and want to scare him away. In that case, name off like 7 or 8 little brats and watch him hightail it for the Yukon.
Bonus reason: if you keep the baby names to yourself, that whore Trisha in your biology class can’t steal them.

Pressure Him to Meet the Family
This can get a bit touchy because most guys are hesitant to introduce the new girlfriend to the family. Why? Because if it doesn’t work out, they’ll get a million thousand questions about why and whose fault was it and what not (you gals go through the same thing, I’m assuming). So, in reality, it’s best to wait until we know it’s the real thing before we bring you over for Thanksgiving or what-have-you. It’s not you, it’s us. We don’t like the drama.
With that in mind, try not to bring up too many questions about when or where you’ll get to meet his brothers and sisters and mom and dad. When he’s comfortable, it’ll happen.
Now, if you’re wanting to get him to run away, text his brother, buy his sister some sexy new boots, and friend his mom on Facebook, all without him knowing. That’ll do the trick just about every time.

Cry in Public A Lot
This reason is rude and insensitive, but I’m here to tell the truth and the truth is that people who cry in public a lot are annoying to deal with. I’m sorry if you’re a cryer, but that’s just the hard honest truth.
If you find yourself tearing up more often than not, maybe figure out the reason behind the tears before entering the dating pool. That or just keep a lot of tissues on hand/excuse yourself to go the bathroom a lot. Because crying usually equals drama and we don’t want people thinking you’re crying because we said something mean to you and/or hit you or something.
Bonus reason: if you refuse to cry in public, people won’t be able to quote you that famous line from A League of Their Own. And not being a punch line is always an admirable goal.

Don’t Talk About Your Failed Relationships
The reason for this one is multi-faceted.
1. Guys, for the most part, don’t like to hear about the dudes you were into before us. As far as we’re concerned, we’re the first guy you’ve ever dated. Nothing before us existed, so it doesn’t matter. (We’re jealous Neanderthals, I know)
2. If those past failed relationships were your fault for whatever reason, why give him insight into why those relationships failed? Let him figure things out for himself without any hints from you. Besides, he probably has ten times more things wrong with him than you do, anyway.

There you have it. Keep these five reasons in mind when it comes to trying to land a man and you’ll be likely to keep him around longer. At least, that’s what I tell my students at the Copeland’s Offensive School for Dummies. Thanks for reading, you guys.

NOTE: NEVER CHANGE FOR A MAN, LADIES. YOU SHOULN’T HAVE TO TAILOR YOUR BEHAVIOR FOR A MAN TO WANT TO SPEND TIME WITH YOU. ALWAYS AND FOREVER BE YOURSELF. IF A MAN CAN’T HANDLE THAT, HE DOESN’T DESERVE YOU. FOREVER AND EVER, AMEN AND HALLELUJAH.
(This message brought to you by the Feminist Movement’s Fatwah on Cory Copeland and my own common sense)

Twitter: @Cory_Copeland

They say breaking up is hard to do…or maybe that’s Pilates? Anyway, the saying is true for breaking up for the most part. You’ve invested time and effort (hopefully) into your relationship with this person, but now you want out and that means having to break up with them. Now, you could go the cowardly route and have a friend do it for you (done it) or send a sequence of ill-advised text messages doing the deed (done that too), but if you’ve actually ever cared for the person, you’ll do it in person.
However, the way the situation plays out is entirely up to you. Why are you breaking up with this person? Is it their fault? Are you tired of them and want to be rid of them, or is there something specifically wrong with them that you can no longer handle on a daily basis? Whatever the reason, it’s important to remember that this is a human person whose heart you’re breaking. They have feelings and they have tears (oh so many tears…), and if you don’t want to deal with either (because, let’s be honest, it’s drama city when a heart gets broken), it may be prudent to maybe, possibly, almost lie about the reason you’re breaking up with them.

I KNOW! I’m a terrible person for even suggesting such a thing, but as always, I have your best interest at heart. Just trust me! (never trust someone who says that…unless they’re me, obvs).
Therefore, I present to you three very special reasons it’s okay to lie when breaking up with your boyfriend/girlfriend.
Here we go:

You Don’t Want to Hurt Their Feelings
Let’s be completely honest here: some people don’t take bad news very well. They get that wounded deer look and star ugly crying all over the place. It’s a sight. And because of that, it may be necessary to fib a little when you’re breaking up with this person you’ve been attached to.
It doesn’t have to be some great big, expansive lie, but maybe pull the patented George Costanza, “It’s not you, it’s me” routine. Take the blame on yourself instead of pointing out the 236 faults and insecurities this person has that makes being with them so unbearable. Doing so will mean they aren’t completely ruined by your making a break for it like Michael Scofield and the rest of the Foxboro Seven (Prison Break FTW!).
Taking this route may just save you and them a lot trouble, tears, and dramatics. Just remember to keep this story afloat when telling others why you and your significant other are no longer together. The number one rule of lying? Consistency. (I’m going to hell for this post, aren’t I?)

You Don’t Want Them Badmouthing You to Everyone and their Momma
This line of reasoning is a bit more selfish, but then again, you’re the one breaking up with this person who loves and cherish you with all they have, so being selfish is right up your alley (kidding!).
Realistically, none of us like to have bad things said about us. That’s just human nature, really. But when you break up with someone and lay the blame on them, it’s likely they’ll have some unkind words to spread on your behalf. BUT…if you shade the reasons for the breakup to your own fault, it’s less likely that this person will have horrible, awful, inhumane things to say about you (like you pee the bed or murder squirrels and whatnot).
Again, this reasoning is a bit selfish, but then again, it gets you off relatively scot-free so why are you complaining? Hush it, liar liar pants/bra on fire.

You Don’t Want to Get Murdered
Again, you’re being selfish here, but really, who wants to get murdered? Hardly anyone, so it’s understandable.
The truth is that some people have a preeeetty bad temper when being rejected and this can result in physical harm/blood loss for one or more people in the immediate vicinity. And really, no one wins in that situation. So if you think your future former lover has a tendency to get a little stabby, maybe tell them you’re moving to Africa or mother Russia or something? Whatever you tell them, make sure they never find out the truth. ‘Cuz if they do, it’s likely you could end up on some “Solve the Murder Case!” reality show, starring as the person smiling in the blurry photos because they ain’t breathing no mo’.
Take the blame for the breakup. It’ll feel better than a pipe to the back of the head, a knife to the chest, or strychnine down the throat.

These are the three main reasons to tell a fib or two when breaking up with someone. Abide by them and hopefully you won’t get cried on, badmouthed, or murdered. But if you do, that’s what you get for listening to the guy who drives around in leather gloves while wearing Ryan Gosling’s jacket from Drive.
Note: this post was, of course, written tongue-in-cheek (that sounds gross, huh?). You should always be honest in every facet of your relationship, from beginning to end.

Twitter: @Cory_Copeland

If you were raised similar to the way I was, it’s likely you were fed a steady diet of Disney movies. When you were going to sleep, on Friday nights, and when we had friends over, it wasn’t anything for mom or dad to pop in Aladdin, Beauty and the Beast, or The Little Mermaid (or a thousand other like-minded stories) to pacify us and keep us quiet. And as we watched these little fables, we became accustomed to the ending of these stories being that true love was found, everything was alright, and everyone lived happily ever after. Jasmine and Aladdin, Belle and Prince Adam, Ariel and Eric. Though each couple went through hell and back to find and be with one another, they all lived happily ever after.
And this is what we were trained to believe would happen to each of us. I thought I would scale some towering odds to rescue my own princess and after that, life would be grand forever and ever. It’s only when you actually become involved with the opposite sex that you realize Walt Disney and his stories were royally full of you-know-what. Because, in reality, “happily ever after” is a farce. It’s a fib. It’s a fairytale.

If you’ve been in any kind of relationship for any period of time, you realize that it’s hard work. It requires time and effort and a sense of sharing with this other person you’ve entered into a tentative agreement of romance with. To make that relationship work, you’ve committed to put forth a fair amount of thought and consideration so that this person you care about will feel cared for and eventually loved. But what happens when one of you feels slighted or taken advantage of? What happens when one of your feelings is hurt and apologies and reparations must be made? A fight happens. And when two people fight, they usually aren’t happy. Instead, they’re angry and hurt and hoping for some sort of resolve. In those moments of disparity, happily ever after doesn’t seem realistic. It seems like we were conned into believing something that is, in fact, impossible.

As most of us have come to realize, love isn’t always easy and it isn’t always grand. Sometimes it’s dirty and sometimes it hurts. But keeping the expectations of love and relationships realistic allows us to accept that there will be trouble and there will be things we will have to face in-between the hand holding and soft kisses. Things may not always be completely hunky dory and there may be some dramatics, but if we truly care about this person we’re committed to and if we’re willing to work on ourselves and our union, we can prepare ourselves to come out the other side happy and smiling.

Happily ever after may only happen in our storybooks or Disney movies, but that doesn’t mean we can’t have some semblance of it ourselves. It just takes accepting that things won’t always be perfect. Things won’t always be happy. We have to put aside our lofty, Disney-inspired expectations so that when things do get rotten and hard, we’re ready to work through them in order to save our relationship.

It’s obvious Disney tells a wonderful story. But for those of us interested in actual, real life love and romance, we must accept that happily every after is just a fairytale. Real love is work and real love takes effort. Once we realize that and adjust our expectations accordingly, we can fully enjoy and appreciate the love and commitment we will one day share.

Twitter: @Cory_Copeland
Thanks for reading!

A large majority of us would admit to possessing at least some small dollop of a dream. These dreams, these goals, rapture us and wrap us around their little pinky fingers. They’re things we want to accomplish, places we want to go, or feats we must attempt. For me, my dream is to write for a living, to sustain my livelihood through the creation of literature while helping people through those written words. It’s what I work toward and it’s why I’ve relentlessly placed words into this space for the last 16 months. It’s why I’m working on my third and fourth books. And it’s why I put all of my heart and soul into ever smash of the keys. Writing is my white whale, and the thought of not being able to achieve that goal turns me into a maddened Ahab, ready to risk it all for the chance of fading glory.
Your dream may be something else. Perhaps you want to race cars or be a professional musician. Whatever it is, you likely possess the same fascination and determination I do. You won’t feel complete in your bones until you’ve accomplished this dream you have. It’s what pushes you to work at your craft and to continuously bring fresh ideas and samples into your work. Your dream is your own and with it, you’ve found your purpose.
But as time continues to slide away from us, how long are we to chase these dreams of ours? For how long are we supposed to run after these brightly shining cosmonauts we call dreams? What if our dream isn’t our life’s destination? What if our dream lets us down and we are never allowed to accomplish what we’ve so desperately set our heart on?

If that’s the case, when is the right time to give up on our dreams? At what point do we surrender the aspirations we’ve held onto and worked toward for so long? How long do I keep throwing words at the page, hoping they’ll stick as something meaningful that will take me from obscurity to security?

To be honest, the mere thought of surrendering my dream, of giving up on something I want so badly, makes me angry. And I feel that’s the way it should be. I shouldn’t want to surrender or resign from what I’ve worked toward. That’s what makes these aspirations a dream. It’s a goal and a target to be aimed for. To resign from that fight isn’t something I feel I can or will do. Maybe ask me again if I’m still just a “blogger” in ten years.

The truth is that not all of us will attain the dream we’ve built for ourselves. That’s just realistic thinking, really. Not everyone gets what they want. That’s just life, really. Some of us will fall short of our intended goal, and when we do, we’ll question our intentions and the faith we’ve had from the start. However, is it really considered failure if we never actually give up? I don’t think it is.

I may never write for a living. You may never get to play music as a means of livelihood. But if I keep writing—in this space or some other—and you keep playing or racing or dancing or what-have-you, then we will have not failed. If we’re doing something we truly, incredibly love to do, then the fact that we can continue to do that thing at all will be enough to keep us going.
I may always be just a “blogger”, but I’ll have the words, and even if I’m working a full time “real” job in addition, those words will be enough.

Dreams aren’t to be surrendered. They are to be worked for and strived toward. If your dream hasn’t come to fruition yet, please don’t give up. While we may never achieve the heights we ache for, the fact that we continue to build our craft toward those lofty aspirations while doing something we truly love to do will be enough. Disappointing as the notion may seem, the love of our art sustains us.

Always, always, always dream on.

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For as long as I can remember, I have been arrested by the fear of failure and rejection.

It didn’t matter what the situation happened to be; if it involved taking some sort of chance or I was running the risk of being turned away, my heart ached and my brain buzzed with warning.

The thought of coming up short of my intentions was enough to hold me to where I was.

And the idea of being rejected, of being told “No,” caused more than a few instances of…

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It had been two long weeks since Belle had stormed out of the castle and very few words had passed between the dark haired beauty and her princely husband since. Their interactions were tense and forced. Both were unhappy and even sad that they were apart. Yet, they were each stubborn enough to hold their place of content against their spouse without budging. And still, neither truly wanted the marriage to be wasted, and so they had decided that counseling could and would do some good—and not just any counseling, but marriage counseling. They were taking this seriously if they were going to take it at all.

Prince Adam had arrived early and anxious. He missed his Belle and he was ready to see her. But would she be as equally excited to see him? That he was unsure of. She had been terse during their few moments of communication over the last 14 days, only showing signs of warmth when he had timidly offered to attend counseling to save the union. He was desperate to keep her and their marriage, and so there Prince Adam sat across from the prickly faced man who would be their guide to a happier, healthier relationship. Or at least that’s what Adam hoped.

Belle arrived late and in huff, but this was not unusual for her. Being fashionably late and annoyed at something or the other was her womanly right and she took advantage of it full well and at every opportunity.
“Hi,” Adam mumbled sheepishly as his wife took a seat on the couch next to him.
“Hey, hon” she said quickly before turning her attention to the counselor.
“Hello, Belle, my name is Carl. Adam has told me a lot about you,” the therapist said softly with a smile.
Belle nodded politely and turned her attention to her husband.
“And what did my chatty husband have to say exactly?”
Adam thought of smiling but decided against it.
“Nothing much. I was just telling Carl here about our situation…”
“And what situation is that, Adam?” Belle said curtly.
“Um, the one where you moved out and left me with a house full of servants while you went to stay with your crazy old coot of a father?” Adam said as he gave Carl a look of sarcastic disbelief.
Carl tried to interrupt,
“Now, can we just–“
“You’re starting this off by insulting me? Great, Adam. Real mature as always,” Belle said crossing her arms angrily.
“Well maybe if you hadn’t accused me right off the bat AS ALWAYS!” Adam retorted.
“I don’t always accuse you! Maybe if YOU weren’t so consumed with–“
“SHUT UP!” Carl yelled above the fracas. Belle and Adam both froze in their argument and looked at Carl the counselor with shock. The room fell silent for a long moment as husband and wife sat back on the couch and remained motionless.
“Thank you. Now, let’s try to approach this with a bit more civility, shall we? After all, you are royalty, correct?” Carl asked with a raised eyebrow.
Prince Adam and Belle looked sheepishly toward the floor.
“From what Adam has told me, Belle, you’ve moved out of the castle. Is this correct?”
Belle nodded quietly as she tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear.
“And why did you feel that was necessary?”
Adam sighed heavily but piped down when Carl gave him a stern look.
“I just…things weren’t going the way I thought they would. The marriage feels a bit…restrictive. We’ve been together a while, but we’ve both been human for only a year or so, you know?”
Carl nodded,
“Yes, I’m familiar with your story.”
Adam looked embarrassed and as if he may begin to cry.
“I don’t know. It just seems like Adam has a lot of insecurities brewing inside of him from being a raving mad beast for ten years. I think that fostered a lot of anger and hurt in him. Honestly, I think he’s still bitter at me for what happened with Gaston and that whole mess. He says he isn’t, but I can tell he is.”
“Belle, I’m not bitter, okay? It’s just, like, hard to go from being this hulking beast to almost dying to having to learn how to use a toilet and toilet paper again. Maybe if you tried harder to understand that, we wouldn’t be in this situation.”
“Adam.” Carl said in warning. Adam gave him a look of apology.
“I do try to understand. But you don’t make it easy. You cry at the drop of a hat, you’re unsatisfied with your looks and figure—which is like being married to a woman sometimes—and you think I’m still in love with Gaston for whatever reason.”
Adam gave his wife a quizzical look.
“Wait…what do you mean ‘still’ in love with Gaston? I thought you said you guys weren’t ever a thing?”
Belle looked to Carl for help, but the fuzzy faced counselor just listened.
“Look, it wasn’t really like tha–“
“I KNEW IT! You and that psychopath were together, weren’t you?! I can’t believe this!”
“What? No. We just, like, spent a few weekends together at his lake house or whatever. I would read to him and he would hunt us food. That’s, like, it. I swear.”
“Oh, yeah. Like I’m going to believe you now, you little trollop. Unbelievable.”
Carl wrote furiously on his notepad.
“Adam, we’ve discussed this. I’m with you now, okay? Can’t we just–“
“No, we just can’t nothing! You lied to me and your steroid-riddled freak of a lover tried to murder me and burn my house down. We can’t just anything, woman.” Adam said as he turned and stared furiously at the wall. Tears were beginning to well up in his eyes.
Belle sighed heavily and sat with her eyes closed in frustration.
“He doesn’t like to listen…” she said quietly to Carl. Carl wrote more notes as Adam scoffed heavily.
“Whatever. Not like you didn’t just marry me for my library anyway…” Adam said flippantly.
Belle gave the floor a knowing look and tried not to look obvious. Adam noticed and flipped out.
“You have GOT to be kidding me! Seriously?! You married me for books?! What happened to true love and tears and being sad I was going to die and whatnot?!”
Belle became angry,
“I do love you, you big oaf! It’s just that…well, I stayed initially because of the books. That’s all. But I did honestly grow to love you and cherish you.”
“Unbelievable…”
“Adam, use your words,” Carl scolded.
“The only words I have are curse words.” Adam said matter-of-factly.
“There were just so many wonderful books! I couldn’t help myself. And, babe, you have to admit, our first few weeks weren’t exactly friendly. You were keeping me prisoner, after all.”
“Whatevs…” Adam said.
“Like, I fell in love with the books first and then you. That’s all. I stayed for the books but I grew to love you, even though you were this monstrous, horrible beast with not great breath” Belle said to her husband.
“Um, I was under a curse. Couldn’t really help all of that, now could I?” Adam said angrily, still facing the wall.
“I didn’t say it was your fault. I’m just explaining.”
“Were you even sad when Gaston stabbed me or were you a little hopeful that the library would be all yours if I died? Be honest…”
Belle sat quietly, contemplating her words.
“Belle, your husband asked you a question and I think you should answer him,” Carl said as he continued to scribble on his notepad. Belle gave Carl a look of murder.
“By then I was completely in love with you. Maybe the books were, like, a little in the back of my mind, but I was probably eighty three percent in love with you then” Belle said quickly, wincing at her husband’s coming reply.
“Wow. I just…wow. I can’t even. You’re like…wow,” Adam shook his head sadly. “AND you were in love with Gaston. This day has been one of enlightenment. That’s for freaking sure,” Adam said angrily.
Belle gave the floor a sad look.
“I didn’t feel like I could tell you all of that. I had just moved into a great big, creepy castle with all of these people and servants that just been turned back into humans after being talking furniture—which isn’t really easy to comprehend anyway—with a husband who no longer had fleas and ticks. It was all a bit much, you know? I felt like I had to watch my step. After a while, I just forgot about all of that because I was just happy to be with you.”
Adam looked at his wife and thought for a long moment.
“I never thought about it that way. You’re right. I am so sorry. You had so much to deal with and all I could think about was my own feelings and insecurities. Belle, I…”
Belle smiled hesitantly at her husband.
“It’s okay. We’re both still learning, you know? But I want to keep trying with you. I love you, Adam,” she said with a smile. Her husband smiled back.
“I love you too.”
Carl smiled and continued to write.
“Will you come back home to me?” Adam asked, vulnerability in his voice. “We all miss you.”
Belle nodded slowly.
“I’d be happy to. I’ve missed you too.”
Adam took Belle’s hand in his own and kissed his beautiful bride.
“Well, that’s what I like to see,” Carl said with a big smile as he set his notepad to the side.
“Now will you guys be paying with cash or credit card? I don’t accept checks…”

Next week on Beauty and the Beast Continued, Belle moves back to the castle. But is she welcomed by all?

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In April of last year, I’d just released my novel These Were the Nights. Because I was hoping for more copies sold than I actually accomplished, I asked all of my followers on Twitter to do me a favor and read and review my book if they had a blog or what have you. Out of my estimated 1500 followers at the time, three individuals obliged me. Yeah…
Of the three, all were fairly glowing reviews of the work I had poured my soul into and this made me happy. But the third reader review I received just so happened to change my life.
I was sitting at a kitchen table in Florida when I happened check to Twitter (like I do every 20 minutes or so) and saw that a young lady named Cassi had @replied me to let me know she had posted a review of my book and would I be kind enough to read it. I’m always eager to hear feedback on my writing, so I quickly clicked the link Ms. Cassi provided and in doing so, a small part of me was changed.
Within this wonderfully written review, I found the manic flow of a real writer; someone who had a natural inclination toward the beautifully written word. In short, I found a kindred spirit. Throughout her piece, Cassi Clerget weaved a review of my book around the fingers of her opinions and then straightened it back out. Her writing was sharp and concise while still beautiful and raw. I loved it so very much.
For the rest of the day, I raved to my girlfriend about this new talent I had found (or more accurately, had found me). I felt like this young lady understood where I was coming from and what I was trying to accomplish with that book and the madness that lies within its pages. But most of all, she was a writer. A real one. Something that is all too rare in today’s world of blog posts and 140 character word spats. Cassi Clerget was a writer like me.
From there, Cassi and I built a tentative friendship based on a mutual love and respect for the words. I asked her opinion on articles I was writing and she asked the same of me. I recommended her to sites I freelance for, forever singing her praises as the kind of writer a site needs to have. But most importantly, I’ve read just about every word Cassi has written since April 2012. And every single time I do, I mutter madly to myself, “Yes, yes, yes. My God, this woman gets it. She understands what it means to fall in love with the words and for the words to so graciously return the favor.” Because of that, Cassi Clerget will forever have my respect as a writer, woman, and friend.
Fast forward to the present and rarely a day goes by that Cassi and I don’t speak in one form or the other. Our friendship has grown and flourished. What I used to see as a mentor/protege type relationship, I now see as an equal partnership. She’s one of my best friends and I know I can forever count on her to be there if I need her (hopefully, she knows the same about me).
And so, with all of that rambling in mind, I am very proud and happy to say that we–
Actually, Cassi, do you want to tell them?

We’re making a baby!!!!!!!!! Oh my goodness, you guys, Cory texted me not to long ago and asked if I thought it would be a good idea and I said yes! I can barely contain my excitement. There is so much planning to do, so much to work out, but we are thrilled to be taking this step together. It means so much to both of us.
Oh, and by “making a baby”, I mean “writing a book together.” Hope that wasn’t terribly confusing…

I just swallowed my tongue reading the word “baby” in reference to myself. So, thanks for that.
But yes, Cassi and I are working on a book together! We’ll be taking our gimmick of a The Virgin and the Vagrant (found here and here) and slapping it into book form. We’ll be covering a number of subjects that speak to our different places in life and the experiences we’ve had. Subjects like dating, love, faith, church, sexting, masturbation (yeah…) and a litany of others.
Hopefully, each of you will be able to take something from it that will either help you understand things more clearly or allow you to feel as though you are not alone in this world. Really, Cassi and I enjoy writing and we immensely enjoy writing together, so we’re super excited about this project.

I’m ecstatic, honestly. When Cory came up with idea to do the first The Virgin and The Vagrant post, I was all for it. Mostly because it was a chance to write about sex, but also because it gave me the chance to write with one of my favorite writers and best of friends. At the beginning of last year, I was toying with the idea of writing and maybe starting a blog, but I had no idea how to begin. And then my sister started reading me this random guy’s blog posts on To My Future Spouse. Immediately I was taken in. This man could write. He could take words and spin them into magic. It was an absolute pleasure to read his posts, because I knew with each word he understood irrevocably the beauty of the written word. He needed them just as I did. It was like watching a musician play a masterpiece, putting his entire heart and soul into it. Plus, he was rather hilarious. “I like this guy,” I thought to myself. “I think we could be friends.”
When Cory asked me to write a guest post for him last July, I couldn’t stop smiling. My favorite writer wanted me to write something for him. I sent him something I had been working on, and then spent the whole day in a state, because, dear God, what if it wasn’t good enough? But it was. And the second piece I wrote for him was even better, because he pushed me to be better. He believed in me when I didn’t always believe in myself. I can’t thank him enough for that. And somewhere along the way, I discovered that Cory Copeland was not only an inspiration to me as a writer, but a kindred spirit and dear friend. And possibly the only human being in the world more inappropriate than myself. (No small feat, as I’m sure he would tell you.)
So this book is completely us – our friendship and our writing for you to enjoy. It takes my experiences and his and weaves them together, hopefully with a few tasteful jokes and awkward moments as we tackle the sometimes difficult subjects. And I think we both hope you can find something of yourself in it.

Side note: this is the nicest and most complimentary Cassi and I have ever been to one another. Usually, we’re like super competitive siblings who can’t wait to try and best each other, whether it be with inappropriate text messages or correcting each other’s grammar on the Twitter.
Regardless, we hope once you read this book, you’ll understand just how much it means to us. We plan on pouring our heart and souls into this work and we know that you, the reader, will appreciate that as much as we do.

Yeah, this is the nicest we’ve ever been actually. Maybe we’re growing up and maturing…or just being nice so people don’t think we’re heathens. Wait, these people probably follow us on Twitter. They know we’re heathens. You poor souls.
But as snarky as we can be to each other, we both have a desire and need to share our story and our words. It’s what we were called to do. And the fact that I have the opportunity to write alongside my darling friend is just the icing on the cake. This book will be a joy to write, and we hope that you can enjoy reading it just as much.

If you find yourself with any questions for either of us, always feel free to email us or shoot us a tweet on Twitter (we’re both on there pretty much constantly). We both do our best to respond to every single message we get.
As for the book, we’re in the process of writing it now and are hoping for a release sometime in the late spring, early summer. I have my devotional We are not Hoodlums coming out soon (Cassi is the editor on that project, surprise surprise!) and we didn’t want the two works to overlap one another. We’ll do our best to keep you guys abreast (heh heh “breast” heh heh) of our progress and as always, we sincerely appreciate your support and love.

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There’s a certain type of addictive freedom that comes from being wholly yourself, not worrying what anyone else thinks or feels where you’re concerned. When you find the fortitude to shed away the concerns of others and what their ideas and notions of you might be, you breathe easier, you love deeper, and you live brighter.

For most of my teens and early twenties, I was obsessed with what others thought of me. It was rare that I considered situations or circumstances for myself. Rather, I’d ask everyone around me what they thought I should do and then I’d do whatever the consensus happened to be. Sure, I was good at placating those in my life and it was rare that someone was disappointed in me, but I constantly felt trapped and as if I was being held hostage by own desperate will to please. I wasn’t myself; I was who everyone else wanted me to be.

And then I got divorced. And in the process, everything in my life and conscience was changed.

As most of you know, I was raised in a fairly conservative Christian household. But unlike others in my generation who were raised in the same type of home, I don’t resent it and I have never fought against it. I realize that my parents did what they felt and believed was best and I’m proud of the man they helped shape me in to. But at some point, I discovered that it wasn’t enough to simply rely on the teachings and examples of my family and church. I was going to have to start making some decisions on my own and without the help of anyone else. If I didn’t, I would feel trapped, desperate, and unhappy as I had for the entirety of my life. And at 22, I’d had enough.

Through my divorce, I learned what it meant to disappoint the entirety of those who love you. My clan, try as they might, couldn’t help but look on me with pitiful eyes and wonder just what I thought I was doing, getting divorced and so forth. Didn’t I know the Bible forbade that? And yet, what most of them didn’t realize is that through their disappointment, I gained freedom. I finally felt what it was like to take a stand and go my own way. Despite the immense hurt and pain and depression my life held, I was growing while learning what it meant to be a man and to be an adult. I was learning how to lean only on myself without being concerned with the thoughts and opinions of others.

Since then, I’ve grown into the type of person who cares very little of how he is looked upon or considered. I am who I am and I do what I do. I am wholly myself. I stand by the convictions that I have developed for my own self and I write what I feel I should, rarely, if ever, worrying about how my words and convictions and beliefs will be taken or twisted. Do I aim to incite or malign? Never. But I’ve gained the courage to brand my faith and my choices to my chest and wear them proudly.

It’s possible that you’ve dealt with the same situations in your past. It’s easy to become wrapped up in worrying about what others think of us and what we need to do to please them so that we’ll be liked. My only question is “Why?”
What does it matter what others think of us when our only incessant goal should be to concern ourselves with our standing in God’s eyes? To stand and to be what you wish and how you wish is something that very few of us actually muster up the courage to achieve. But it is possible.
There’s freedom in being yourself, in casting away the concerns of others and walking rightly in your own ordered footsteps. You may feel trapped and beholden to the opinions and feelings of others, but I promise you that if you’ll begin to break free from that hold, you’ll grow to be a happier and more satisfied person. I’m a living example of that very thing.

You deserve to be yourself. And you deserve to be the you that you want to be. So quit worrying about what others may think about you. In the end, it doesn’t matter even a little.

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And Belle and the Prince lived happily ever after…

…until one day about a year later…

As the soft afternoon sunlight crept through the windows, Belle slowly opened her napping eyes and breathed deep as her auburn hair spilled all around her naked shoulders and onto her pillows. What a truly beautiful sleep she’d had. She couldn’t remember the last time she had awakened so satisfied and happy.
As her eyes tried to gain focus, she looked around the room and saw her fair haired husband sitting in front of her vanity, his head in his hands.
“Adam?” Belle said as she sat up, using the blanket to cover herself.
Prince Adam sat up straight at the sound of his wife’s voice and quickly wiped his wet eyes and nose.
“Hey, honey. Did you sleep well?” he said as he continued to dry his face with the back of his sleeve.
Belle ignored her husband’s question and gave him a worried look.
“Babe, have you been crying again?” she asked knowingly
The Prince gave his waking wife an incredulous look and scoffed.
“What? No. Like, why would I be crying? Hey, let’s go get an early dinner. You wanna?”
He quickly stood and headed for their bedroom’s door.
“Adam…” Belle said sharply.
Prince Adam stopped in his tracks and sighed heavily. The tears were returning as he plopped back down in front of his wife’s dainty mirror. Suddenly, Adam couldn’t hold back the weeping any longer. The feelings were just too strong.
Belle sighed deeply and rolled her eyes.
“Jesus Christ. Not this again,” she said under her breath.
Adam, hearing his wife’s muttering, turned to look at her sharply and began to sob.
“How can you say that?! You know this isn’t easy for me, Belle!”
Belle flopped facedown into her pillow and screamed into it with all she had. She turned back over.
“Adam, we have been over this, like, a thousand times. I am so sick of it.”
“Well, I’m sorry I’m such a burden on you, little miss perfect! We can’t all be bursting with beauty and radiant sunshine, can we? Some of us aren’t that lucky!”
“The ugly cry face certainly doesn’t help…” Belle muttered under her breath.
“What? What’d you say?” Adam asked desperately.
“Nothing.”
“Yeah, I’m sure….thanks.”
Belle sighed again and sat up once more.
“Adam darling, you aren’t ugly. You’re actually quite handsome, okay? Why do you keep struggling with this? Do you remember what you used to look like? You used to be a beast, remember? You were literally a beast. But we fell in love anyway. They even made a movie about us. Remember?”
“Don’t talk to me like I’m a child, Belle. And I’m sorry you’ve had to put up with my hideousness for so long or whatever. I know that must be hard on you, being all pretty and whatnot. Sorry I’m such a burden,” Adam said sarcastically as he buried his head in his hands once again.
Belle rolled her eyes again as she stood and put on her robe.
“Ugh, this is freaking ridiculous” she sighed under her breath.
Adam continued to weep quietly into his hands as Belle walked over and placed her small soft hands on her husband’s strong shoulders.
“Adam…” she said softly.
“What?” Adam replied without lifting his head from his hands.
“Look at me.”
Adam shook his head no, still without lifting his head.
“Adam, look at me. Now.”
Hearing the sharpness in his wife’s voice, Prince Adam slowly looked up to meet his wife’s eyes in the mirror.
“What’s really wrong, honey? It can’t really be about your looks. You’re a big, strong, handsome 22 year old man with beautiful blonde hair, sexy eyes, and pouty lips. You’re gorgeous. So what’s wrong?”
Adam looked down at the vanity’s counter and sighed.
“I don’t know. It’s just…I haven’t felt right since the transformation. I guess I hoped I’d be better looking once I was changed back to human form, ya know? I mean, I was a snarling beast for, like, 10 years. I guess I was hoping my time served would result in me being, like, super handsome or whatever. I mean, look at your last guy. Gaston was, like, whoa, you know? And I’m all, like, whatever, you know? It’s just…whatever. Never mind. It’s stupid.”
Belle cocked an eyebrow and clenched Adam’s shoulders in her tiny but mighty hands.
“For the last mother effing time, Gaston and I were never a thing. Get that through your thick skull!”
Adam’s eyes grew wide as he examined his head in the mirror.
“Are you calling my head fat?!”
“UGH. My God, I’m so sick of you and your insecurities!” Belle screamed as she moved away from her husband who began to cry on cue. Again.
“Quit yelling at me, Belle. I’m sensitive right now, okay? Like, settle down…”
Belle eyes lit up with incensed rage as she picked up a high heeled boot and hurled it at her husband.
“DON’T TELL ME TO SETTLE DOWN!!!”
Adam ducked away from the flying boot’s sharp heel just in time.
“Stop throwing things, you crazy broad! Jesus!”
Belle picked up another boot and hummed it across the room at her husband’s big head. Adam scampered out of the way.
“You’re crazy!”
“QUIT CALLING ME CRAZY OR I’LL BURN THIS HOUSE DOWN WITH YOU IN IT!”
“Yeah, ‘cause that wouldn’t be crazy at all…” Adam responded as he cowered behind the vanity.
“UGH. You’re such a jerk sometimes.”
Adam straightened up and gave his wife a sad look.
“Hey, that’s not nice. Why would you say that?”
“Because you are!” Belle yelled from across the room.
“Why are you so mean to me all the time?!” Adam said as he began to cry again. “You know I’m sensitive, Belle! I’m just now getting used to being a freaking human again. Why can’t you understand that? I HAD TO PEE OUTSIDE!”
Belle grows angry again.
“No, no, no! Don’t pull that crap on me again. Every time you’re in the wrong, you pull that ‘I just became a human again’ sob story and play on my emotions. Well, not anymore! That’s done now! It’s been over a year. Get over it!”
“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize I had to get over getting stabbed by your psychotic ex-boyfriend and almost dying in a year’s time. How rude of me!” Adam yelled sarcastically.
“You know what? I am sick and tired of you blaming me for that. I had nothing to do with it. But MAYBE IF YOU HADN’T KEPT ME PRISONER HERE, THEY WOULDN’T HAVE COME TO KILL YOU. And at least G had the passion to fight for me. It was nice to have a real man…!”
Adam’s eyes grew large at what he was hearing.
“G?! Did you just call him ‘G’?! OHMYGODIKNEWYOUTWOHADATHING!!”
“Oh shut up. God, I’m so sick of you.”
“Then leave, b! You aren’t a prisoner anymore. You’re free to get the eff out whenever you want. Get gone, girly!”
Belle was taken aback at her husband’s sudden brashness. And then she became even angrier.
“You know what? That’s exactly what I’m going to do. I’m outta here. AND I’m taking half of everything you’ve got when I do, you dainty little fairy!” Belle screamed as she shoved clothes into a bag.
“Yeah, you try it. By the time I’m done with you, the only thing you’ll have left is the daddy issues you came in with!” Adam retorted loudly.
Belle stared at her husband, hurt at his words. She swallowed hard. Adam regretted the words as soon as they had fallen from his perfectly pouty lips.
“Belle, I’m…I’m sorry,” he said quietly.
Belle shook her head in frustration, zipped her bag, and headed for the door.
“I want a divorce, Adam…” she said quietly as she looked at her husband sadly and closed the door behind her.
Quiet and alone, Prince Adam sat in the soft afternoon sunlight and cried once again.

To be continued on another day…

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This past week, my nation was arrested with tragedy; an unthinkable, malicious event. And as the reports began to scroll through my numerous feeds, I found myself searching the story for some small glimmer of hope or good news. I was looking for an angle.
When it happened, I knew I’d have to write about it. It’s what I do. I felt like my take on the entire horrible situation was expected and should be delivered. And yet, as I sat at my keyboard my fingers choked on the words that refused to spill onto the page. It wasn’t that the words weren’t there. The opposite was true actually. I was brimming with words and phrases, but they were founded in hate and anger and malice. I couldn’t control what I was feeling. And what I was feeling wouldn’t do anyone any good if they were to read it. I couldn’t write about Sandy Hook. I couldn’t cover this massacre. I just couldn’t, not this time.

Maybe it’s because I never fathomed something like this could happen. Maybe it’s because there where children who were the targets and then the victims. Maybe it’s because my own daughter is the exact age as those children who were slain. Whatever the cause, I didn’t feel right about adding my voice to the inevitable noise that was coming. So I sat in silence for the day. There was no post. There were no tweets. Anything I had to say wouldn’t be reflective of the Christian man I claim to be. So I tied my tongue and closed my mind.

Sure enough, the noise began. That evening, through the weekend, and into the new week, links to posts and responses from bloggers littered my feed. Some wanted to discuss grace for the shooter. Others wanted to talk about gun control or the lack thereof. Everywhere I looked, there was another hastily written article from amateur scribes like myself, hustling to be “first” and to capitalize on the fresh deaths. (For what it’s worth, I felt Ally Vesterfelt and Cassi Clerget had the best, most respectful viewpoints on the situation.) But I just couldn’t join in. I wanted to. The desire was there. I wanted to set fire to the internet with strongly worded bouts of intense madness. I wanted my voice and my opinion to be heard. But every time I changed my mind, I pictured those children lying lifeless on cold linoleum. What good would my words do them? What hope or scant faith could I possibly offer when all I wanted was for the shooter to burn for all eternity? What were my words worth when so much evil had taken place? For me, the ache for revered silence overwhelmed my eternal need to write.

In reality, my silence did as much for the victims and their families as my words could have done—very little. But the silence or lack of words wasn’t necessarily for them. Sure, I wanted to show my respect and mourn with them as best I could from 2,000 miles away, but that period of silence was for me more than anything. I couldn’t justify expounding on an event I wasn’t a part of. I didn’t care about being first or prolifically relevant; all of which is rare for a guy like me. In the end, I knew whatever words I could offer would be matchless against the carnage my nation had seen unfold. Of what use were my hurried words to a community that had been torn into a million little bits? Maybe instead, it was okay to sit and pray and consider just this one time.

The fact of the matter is that my generation has become one of cunning “firsts”. We ache to be heard and to garner respect and attention for ourselves. We seek the most original angles and freshest approaches to our art. It’s in this mindset that we meander through the days, hoping to make something of this talent we possess. But maybe we don’t always have to spill our feelings and opinions into every available venue we come across. Maybe it’s okay if we don’t rush to expound on the deaths of 20 children in the search for views and clicks and almighty prestige. Maybe it’s okay if we don’t toss our two cents into every little debate or situation we happen to come across. Maybe it’s time we consider just how much our words are worth. Maybe we can stop to ask ourselves why we’re writing about and covering a certain event. Is it to help those who are hurting? Or is it simply to capitalize on what is suddenly relevant? Of what worth, of what substance are our words beholden to? Are we creating to heal or are we creating to be noticed? If we can slow down and put those questions to ourselves, maybe then we won’t rush so feverishly to splash our words into the world.

The truth is that our words matter and they are worth something rather substantial. But those words carry weight and if they aren’t rooted in good intentions, we’ve already failed.
If we can realize that, maybe we will take our words, our responsibility, a bit more seriously.

When you’re in your 20’s, you reach this point of questioning. You begin to question just about everything that’s happened (or will happen) in your life up to that very point.
You wonder if you’re progressing on the right track and in the right direction. You question if the career you’re in or working toward is really what you want to be doing for the rest of your life. You even wonder if you shouldn’t be further along in your search for a wife/husband, 2.5 kids, and one of those sweet little white picket fences you’ve heard so much about. In this mindset of constant wondering—and it can last for a considerable time, depending on the individual—those questions you’re battering yourself with can wear you down mentally and emotionally. Because once the questions and doubt have crept into your mind, stress and the accompanying side effects come following swiftly behind. Suddenly, you’re stressed to the max (not the Saved by the Bell guy), unhappy, and contemplating blowing your whole life up to start from scratch.

The root of this barrage on your psyche can come in a few forms. Maybe it’s as simple as you being unhappy with where you are in life and wanting to do and be better. Maybe you realize you’ve made a mistake in your choice of career or partner and that sets you down a path of self-examination and wandering. Or maybe you’ve made the misstep of comparing yourself and your life against more successful people who are around your same age. Regardless of the reason, the feeling that you’re not where you need to be, with who you need to be with, or doing what you’re supposed to be doing can be a daunting feeling that takes the mind hostage and rattles our feelings something fierce. Really, we’re beating ourselves up…but for what reason?

While it’s easy for us to be discouraged and even disappointed in ourselves and the choices we’ve made in our life so far, it’s important to remember that nothing about our future is ever set in stone. Instead, the future is adaptable and fluid. It shouldn’t scare us because it is completely reliant on us to even come to fruition. If we’re not happy with where we are in this life or how far we’ve “progressed”, we can begin to make the changes necessary to bring ourselves to a place of happiness and contentedness. Can we do it all at once? No, but we can begin to make small decisions and claim small victories so that we begin to build our life to where we want it to be. We can build the great big, wonderful reality we want by working brick by brick, dream by dream, victory by victory until we’ve built something worthy of our own satisfaction.

It’s no secret that life has a way of discouraging us at times, but if we can keep in mind that our story is one of untold goodness as of yet and if we can ignore the comparisons to others we want to make, we can decide to make our future the one we want to have; a future we can be proud of because it’s ours and ours alone. It just takes planning an attack of smaller proportions until we’ve accumulated enough victories to make our happiness and satisfaction a reality. Really, it’s all entirely up to us.
So if you’re unsatisfied, if you’re discouraged, ignore where you think you should be or where society says you should be and begin to make the changes you want to see, building your future into what you want it to be. You have that power; now’s the time to put it to good use.

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It’s easy to see the title of this article and want to scoff. Obviously, it’s just another writer puffing himself up with notions of importance and prestige. And though that can be the case for writers sometimes, the statement, “Writers rule the world” is actually true.
Just about everything we see, hear, watch, or experience was written by someone, somewhere. The songs we listen to; the movies we watch; the commercials that annoy us; the speeches President Obama delivers; each individual creation is the brainchild of a writer somewhere. Without writers, the world would be an empty place, void of inspiration.
This may be the reason the position of writer is so dutifully sought after these days. It seems like just about everyone has “writer” listed on their profile as who they are or what they do. Because being a writer is to be seen as intelligent and creative. To be known as a writer means that you have the potential to be in the same class as Kerouac, Fitzgerald, Salinger, and Vonnegut. It’s the ache for this place of immortal respect that drives most of us to write, write, write until our fingers blister and our eyes fade. We want to live forever through the words that spill out of us. Being known as a writer means you live with a certain amount of pride within yourself. When someone asks what we do, it’s rare that we don’t smile wide and proudly say, “I’m a writer.”

And yet, it seems as though the term “writer” has become saturated and washed out, losing a lot of its grandeur and romanticism. Now, anyone who knows how to work a computer or start a blog calls themselves a writer. And in the strictest literal sense, they’re right. But being a writer isn’t about stringing a few words together to form an intelligible paragraph.
A writer is someone who feels and accepts both the burden and the responsibility the words place on them, and yet, the words come easy…because they’re supposed to for a writer. A writer is one who can’t imagine doing anything else with their life other than writing, because anything else means so very little in comparison. A writer is the one who literally cannot live unless they are writing and creating and breathing life onto a page.
Even now, in a world of quick fixed fame and integrated laziness, a real writer bleeds themselves onto their pages, living and dying with every sentence, every feeling, and every interrupted flow. That’s what makes a real writer. And every bit of it is what keeps us coming back to the keyboard again and again and again.

It’s entirely possible that I take this all a bit too seriously. Maybe everyone calling themselves a writer isn’t that big of a deal. After all, most of us live in a free country and if we want to call ourselves “writer”, who’s to stop us?
But I can’t help but contend that being a writer is a very specific calling that isn’t as widespread as some would hope to believe. A writer can’t live without the words, but more importantly, a writer doesn’t want to. In their wildest imagination, doing something other that what they’ve been called to do will never make them happy or satisfied. A writer literally has to write to survive. Writing is a part of them just as their blood and bones are.

In reality, the appeal of being a writer is easily seen. Romantic and virile, a writer is one who is looked upon with kind eyes and a jealous heart. I’m in love with being a writer, so understanding why someone else would want to do what I do is simple, because I can’t imagine anyone wanting to do anything else with their life. To write, to create, is all I’ve ever wanted to do or be. So why wouldn’t everyone else feel the same?

I’ll always believe that writers rule the world. And even more so, I’ll always believe that being a writer is a calling and a responsibility, and one that is not to be taken lightly. If you have trouble comprehending that or if you can easily imagine doing something other than writing with your life, perhaps you weren’t meant to be a writer. Maybe you were made for something else, something more fitting to you.
But if you do get it; if you read these descriptions and nodded with a knowing smile; and if you accept the weighted mantle that being a writer brings, welcome.

We writers rule this world, and we take our job very seriously.

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When I was in high school, I was a part of the varsity basketball team. I was a fairly decent player and took the game and my play pretty seriously. As such, I had a certain ritual I made a priority each and every game. Running through this ritual calmed me down and allowed me to get my thoughts in order before the start of each contest.
A part of this ritual was heading to our locker room right before halftime of the varsity girls’ game (they played right before us) to begin to get dressed and become centered. The most vital section of my little ritual was “shedding weight” after I had gotten my uniform and shoes on. Basically, I made sure to poop before every game. This settled my stomach and gave me the necessary “fresh” feeling I required (I know…).

One night, we were playing in a school that had a limited amount of space to house all of our different teams. As such, we were forced to occupy a small locker room that barely contained our fifteen players. It wasn’t an assigned dressing room. They pretty much just threw us in a room somewhere and called it a “locker room”.
Well, right before halftime of the girls’ varsity game, I headed to our locker room to begin my normal ritual. I remember feeling good that night and as if a certain electricity was running through my veins. Having this feeling usually meant I was going to have a good game, so I had a pretty jovial step to my gait as I wandered off to get dressed.
Once I had my uniform and shoes on, I headed for the next part of my ritual—using the restroom. Only, there was no door on the stall and even worse, the stall was so small that my bare knees poked out from where I was sitting. This made for an uncomfortable experience, but I was determined to power through. I had a ritual to keep.
The only saving grace was that the stall faced a wall, so that I was mostly caught off from view from the rest of the room, even though my knees were hanging out from the stall. I was so distracted that I didn’t hear the buzzer go off to signal that it was now halftime.

As I sat there “doing my business”, I was surprised to hear someone open the locker room door and a voice I didn’t recognize call out, “Is anyone in here?” I was so taken aback that I forgot to answer the voice. The next thing I heard terrified me to my very core.

“Okay, girls. Let’s all go in here…”

My eyes widened in terror as the other school’s VARSITY GIRLS TEAM all filed into the room where I was sitting so very vulnerable and exposed. Quickly, I balled myself into the smallest position possible, drawing my knees to my chest and pressing my feet against the toilet. I pulled my jersey down over my knees and began to pray. There I was, sitting half naked on a toilet while fifteen fairly attractive females sat no more than ten feet away from me. I could barely breathe as I imagined all of the horrible things that could happen if I was discovered. Surely, their screams of terror and my blushing in embarrassment would combine to signal the end of the world. Surely…

As I balanced there on the toilet seat, I prayed harder than I ever had, hoping and begging for nothing to “drop out of me” (I am so sorry if this is too gross for some of you. #CoryAfterDark?). As their coach went over the game plan for the second half, I was mortified to hear someone begin to walk over to the area where the sink and stall were. I closed my eyes and prayed even harder. Luckily, she only wanted to use the sink and not the toilet (she hocked a loogie. It was disgusting). I was safe…for now.

After what felt like an eternity but was really probably only ten minutes, the team gathered, prayed, and left the locker room. I was so relieved I could’ve cried. I was safe. I hadn’t been found out. There was a God. All was well. Hallelujah.
As the team was leaving, one of my teammates came in. I stuck my head out from the stall and gave him a look that said, “SWEET BABY JESUS YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I JUST WENT THROUGH”. Slowly, realization settled over his face and he immediately fell to the floor laughing. I couldn’t help but chuckle as well. It was a pretty funny situation. I couldn’t deny that.

Well it was funny until he gathered himself up off the floor and went and told everyone in the gymnasium what had just happened. Then, it wasn’t funny at all.

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One of my favorite things in this world is my Twitter account. I wish I could find the words to convey just how deeply I love this completely and unequivocally trivial thing. Actually, if I ever get married again, I’ll probably just make Twitter my best man (you can do that, right?).
But why do I love it so? Well, it probably has something to do with it being so completely opposite of Facebook—which I kinda despise. On Twitter, I get to follow who I want without obligation, but more importantly, I get to say what I want. And even though I’m a Christian who prides himself on living (mostly) on the straight and narrow, I tend to get a little (lot) inappropriate on the Twitter. I don’t necessarily do it on purpose; I’m just being me…and me is a completely inappropriate person.

When I first started writing in this space and becoming someone people looked to for guidance and advice (believe it or not, that totally happens. I’m as surprised as you are…), I tried to force myself into this little box I saw the rest of the Christian bloggers belonging to. I said things like “Grace be with you” and what not. I wrote big flowery pieces concerning things I didn’t know a lot about. I wracked my brain to come up with contrived little Godly tweets of hope and faith that I though would get me more followers and readers. They weren’t inspired; they were concocted. And in concocting these little tidbits of forced mush, I felt like a fraudulent, pathetic conman, because the person I was selling wasn’t me. It was the person I thought I should be, saying the things I thought people wanted to hear. I was squeezing myself into a skin in which I did not and could not fit. Instead of writing and tweeting what I thought people needed to hear, I posted what I thought would get me the most accolades and retweets. And for this, I feel ashamed.

Only over the last few months have I begun to be more myself in every facet of my “ministry” (I know I do have a ministry here, but I feel like a preacher saying that and my dad’s the preacher, not me). It’s why I’ve begun to be a bit edgier on Twitter and more truthful here on this site; it’s why I created the hash tag #CoryAfterDark where I tweet things late at night I normally wouldn’t tweet during the day time (subjects range from trouser shopping with David Beckham to being the father of Adele’s baby to cuddling with Ryan Gosling) (I keep it fairly clean, mom…relax); and it’s why I feel more myself than I’ve been in a long time.
I’m no longer fighting to be something I’m not. Now, I’m just wholly me and that makes me happy. It makes me content and I feel as though I can be used by God more freely now. After all, how can God use us if we’re not only lying to the world, but to ourselves as well?

And that’s what I want to encourage you with today. There is no one in the world that is like you. You were made the way you are so that you could be used rightly for His kingdom. Why hide the person you are? Be wholly you and know that you’re this way for a specific reason. Hiding that only leads to your own doubting, unsatisfied life.

I may lose followers and readers by shedding that old skin and slipping into something a bit more comfortable (hehe), but that’s okay, because I’m being the only man I can be—I’m being me. Hopefully, you see the merit of doing the same in your own life.

Like Brother Wilde said, “Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.”

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One of my favorite movies of all time is Blank Check. And if you grew up during the 90’s, you know why. It’s a fantastic movie about a kid who somehow swindles a bank and some crooks out of a million dollars, and spends the rest of the movie blowing through his ill gotten gains before taking out the crooks and getting to kiss the hottest FBI agent there has ever been (onscreen or otherwise). It’s an improbable scenario, but it’s a great movie and one I need to watch again as soon as possible.
Early on in the movie, Preston—our hero—is dealing with his dad trying to teach him responsibility, money management, and the like. Preston feels as though the whole world is against him for various reasons. So when he heads into the bank to cash a measly $11.00 birthday check from his grandmother, he comes across a statue of Atlas with the world on his shoulders. Preston looks up, and with the saddest eyes a prepubescent boy can muster, he mutters to Atlas he knows exactly how he feels. This kid, whose biggest worry up to this point was that his older brothers were using his room to house their new business, feels as though the entire world is crushing on top of him. It’s both poignant and ridiculous (my favorite kinds of things).

But for some of us, it’s very easy to feel as though we’re Atlas (or Preston?). With everything we have going on at home, work, school, or church, it can feels as though the entire world is resting between our shoulder blades. It can feel as though if we shrug, if we step out of line or lose our focus for one nanosecond, the entire world will come crashing down and everything will be ruined forever. Papers are due; finals are looming; the boss is being a royal a-hole; family is buggin’; and the Pastor wants to speak with us for some unknown reason. All of these things crush upon us and make us feel as though we can’t take a moment to breathe or rest our weary bones. Just like Atlas, we have the entire world counting on us to keep things steady and even.

That kind of pressure is a killer; an ulcer maker and aneurysm shaker.

And while some will tell you that that a dedicated drive to succeed and conquer is a good and holy thing (and they’re mostly right), I’d like to remind you that it is okay to not be perfect all of the time. It’s perfectly fine if things don’t always go exactly the way they’re supposed to. It’s acceptable if you need to rest.

And even more true, it’s okay if you fail.

Those words may scare you and they may make you sweat, but there is God-honest truth within their confines. The world will not end if you aren’t perfect in your studies or if you let someone down. The world will keep spinning if you somehow fail in your adventures. And as much as you’d like to sometimes believe the opposite, the world will not burn if you take a moment and remember to breathe, to close your eyes and let the sun warm your face.
You may feel as though the world is resting between your shoulder blades and as though if you move out of place for a single second, your entire existence will come crashing down upon you, but that’s simply not the case. Your life will not end the moment you make a mistake or slip up in the slightest. It’s okay to fail sometimes, and it’s even more okay to just sit and be for a minute.

So if you relate to Atlas, if you feel like the entire world falls to you and only you, just shrug it off, have a smile, and remember that the fate of the world is not your responsibility. And if it is, there’s always tomorrow.

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It’s easy to see the title of this post and go right in to, “YOU DON’T KNOW ME, COPELAND!!!” mode, and if you did, I can’t blame you. But as I type these words, I feel the glow of possessed realizations and answered questions. I have discovered the secret glue that holds our singleness suspended there in the metaphorical space of our lives. You can scoff and you can throw your mocking laughs my way, but I have the answer you may be looking for.

Each of us is different and each of us possesses a number of special traits that make us who we are. And though some of us lean the same way in our tastes of this and that, each of us has our own romantic past and path that has lead us to where we stand now as unattached, single people. Yet, though we each have our own purpose for our relational standing at this moment in time, we are all single for the exact same reason.

Would you like to know what that reason is? I’ll share it with you if you really want to know. Okay, fine. Here it is:

You are single simply because you choose to be.

Go ahead and laugh at the simplicity of this truth, but once its vibrant honesty has settled around you, you will appreciate what we have learned here today.

Some choose to refrain from having a relationship and that is, of course, more than fine. I am in that camp myself.
But this truth is for those who want a relationship yet don’t have it as of now. They want to be in a partnership with another human being because they want to feel connected and cared for in a romantic way. It’s a desire they have for their life.

You may think I’m crazy for stating the above, but when you consider it, you may realize I’m on to something. Being single is your own choice because any of us could lower our requirements or standards and be with someone who we feel isn’t right for us. We have that option if it’s what we really wanted to do. We could accept someone’s, anyone’s hand and be in a relationship if we so chose. I mean, anyone can find a romantic partner if they don’t have a standard to meet. It just takes a willing mind and/or body. We just wouldn’t be happy or satisfied with such a lacking union, right?
But we don’t jump into such rushed romance because we have a certain criteria a person has to meet before we’ll consider them as a possibility. We have a level of behavior, looks, personality, and preferences we will not dip below. And that is a very, very good thing.

You may feel lonely and even incomplete because you’re without a romantic partner right now, but I encourage you to remember that though life can be lonely and the feelings may not be positive in this moment, it’s better to wait for someone who’s able to come close to what you want rather than settle for someone who isn’t able to fulfill anything of what you want. You’re worth the wait for something good; I promise you that. So uphold those standards you’ve set for yourself and know that your fortitude will be rewarded when the time is right.

Your being single isn’t a curse; it’s a choice you’re making for your own good. Remember that and keep the faith that you will someday have all the relational happiness you can possibly handle.

Twitter: @Cory_Copeland

How many ways are there to tell someone they’re easy on the eyes?

“You’re pretty…”
“You make my heart skip a beat!”
“HOLYCRAPYOURESOFREAKINGHOT!!”

I’d bet there are a million…at least. And if there are a million ways to tell someone they’re good lookin’, it only makes sense that there are (at least) a million ways in which to be beautiful. If that is indeed the case, why do so many of us lack the willingness to witness our own internal and eternal beauty?

It’s said that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. While simple (and poetic), this phrase is the root reason each of us should love and feel good about ourselves. Beauty is relative to that which we are beholden to, so that if, as Christians, we believe we were created by God as an image pleasing to Him, He must find us beautiful, right? If so, then each of us, whether outwardly beautiful or internally gorgeous (or even blessed enough to be in possession of both qualities), is uniquely and purposefully beautiful to the One who breathed sweet breath in to our lungs. And considering we each are constant subjects to self-doubt, jealousy, and backwards thinking when considering the beauty of another, it makes little to no sense to rest our self-confidence in the wayward opinions of other humans. So if a person finds reason to call us ugly and do so with a malice tongue, then they are not worthy of the worry we allow them to produce.

Whether you’re a Christian or not, the fact that you’re breathing as you’re reading this proves you house immense value within the human life you possess. As a human life, your value proves your worth in the very essence of its definition. And your beauty comes from the worth you have held within your soul your entire life. I don’t care what you’ve been told or how severely you’ve been put down before. Allow yourself to put that away now. You are beautiful and that’s because you are worth something. Your worth is in the breath you breathe and in the beauty you place in this world. Internal or external, shining or hidden, you inherently posses the beauty you wish to have. It’s there. It just needs to be recognized and appreciated.

You are beautiful. I see it. Won’t you?

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