Tea Towels and Being Wonder-Full
Appreciating wonderful and beauty and glory that exists outside of myself removes a burden from my shoulders I didn’t realize I carried.
Getting It Wrong (I Am Still Learning – Part Two)
We don’t want to learn. We want to file away someone’s insight, like a quote on an index card in our minds. We don’t want to have to know it to be true by forging each letter ourselves in the fires of failure. Getting it wrong.
Sponge Talk (I Am Still Learning – Part One)
I want to be able to sit in any room, across from any person, and admit that they have something to teach me. Something I can learn from.
Note to Self: Wringing Out the Words When Writing is Hardest
You are not a forgery of an artist because the process is difficult. The presence of struggle doesn’t imply the absence of grace and gifting. Wring them out.
Start with all your excuses. The page isn’t afraid of them.
Measuring My Life In Coffee Spoons
My favorite coffee shops have an atmosphere that I think church was intended to have. It feels like a place God would hang out at a lot, a Central Perk I would find Him sitting in if He had some spare time or wanted to cross paths with His friends.
Returning to Your College Town (There and Back Again: Part 1)
I hope that when you remember the person you were in the past, you can forgive yourself for what you didn’t yet know. The world needs more of that, no matter what city you are in.
To Settle or Not to Settle (Interrupting Inconvenience: Part 1)
There is a difference between settling for less and settling in. One is lowering your standards, the other is sticking around even when the magic wears off.
Looking For Bittersweet Fireworks
I debated this entire blog post. Honestly, because I thought it would be just a little too honest and a little too close to home. But I realized that the 4th of July is upon us and in the same second I realized I haven’t written a blog post in a long time.
How I Figured Out What I Want To Do
If I’ve deemed the adventures worth writing and reading, then they’ve got to be worth doing.
What Does Putting On the Armor of God Look Like?
It’s so easy for me to read over that verse and think of the little coloring pages in my head. I can still see the labels and I think, “The helmet of salvation was purple and the belt of truth was gold” and on it goes.