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Rebecca Triplett

Press Services International

Rebecca constantly strives to practically love people around her. She also loves fuzzy socks, her five sisters, pink and orange alstroemerias, calligraphy, and sour gummy worms. 

  • You do you

    I’m a part of the generation that talks about self-care on a daily basis. If not explicitly, we are subconsciously marketed the concept of “self-care” every single day.

  • Jesus, I’m disintegrating

    I’ve been thinking about integration and disintegration a lot lately.

  • Perfection, planning, and prayer

     I don’t know about all of you, but I like being perfect. Or at least, I like to present to the world that I’m perfect. I like making the right decisions, posting the right pictures, having the right friends, and planning my whole life so nothing will surprise or hurt me. Perhaps this is a generational mindset or a deep-seated lie, but I think that perfection will keep me safe and fulfill me, and that all I have to do to achieve the life I want is to plan it out and then follow through.

  • Childlike: saying goodbye

    A toddler’s life is a life of transition. Just as soon as they have learned one skill, they are expected to learn more. Just as soon as they’ve decided on something, they are told they can’t have it or that they need to choose something else. As soon as one routine is established, they have different needs and the routine is changed again.

  • Childlike: being present

    I live in an overwhelming world. There are things that need to get done, bills that need to be paid, conversations I need to overanalyze. And if I’m not doing it now than I’m planning when I will get it done. If I’m not looking forward, then I’m looking to the past. I’m thinking about things I’ve done and ways I’ve messed up andam constantly evaluating my life to try and avoid making the same mistakes again.

  • Missing the Jesus in Front of Me

    On a Sabbath, Jesus was teaching in one of the synagogues, and a woman was there who had been crippled by a spirit for eighteen years. She was bent over and could not straighten up at all. When Jesus saw her, he called her forward and said to her, “Woman, you are set free from your infirmity.” Then he put his hands on her, and immediately she straightened up and praised God.

  • Bittersweet Communion

    I think it’s natural to reflect on the past year when a new one begins. As humans, we like to quantify and categorize thoughts and experiences, and we often nostalgically find ourselves looking back on yearly increments. 

  • A severe mercy

    I find Christianity confusing and paradoxical in a lot of ways. For example: we have to die to live, and that death looks like something different for each person. A death of each individual dream and desire, given to Jesus for His glory. I assumed that maybe if I had “good” dreams then God wouldn’t ask me to give them up or deny myself; death is terrifying and painful, and I’d rather avoid it.