• How All My Plans Fell Apart

    How All My Plans Fell Apart

    Last August I hit a breaking point. Long story short, I had a plan for how this 22nd year of my life would go (grad school, graduating, getting a job, all the adult things) and in a matter of days it got totally derailed. My timeline was completely trashed and I felt 100% out of…

  • All These Plans Just Aren’t Working Out (and neither am I)

    All These Plans Just Aren’t Working Out (and neither am I)

    I have always been one of those people who loved the idea of exercising and then hated every minute of the actual exercise part. Put aside the fact that it’s “healthy” and “necessary” and all that… it’s really just hard and uncomfortable. Or at least, really hard and uncomfortable until you actually do it more than, I…

  • The Best Friday of All

    The Best Friday of All

    Good Friday. As soon as the clock strikes midnight, Facebook and Twitter are filled with sentiments reminding ourselves of a very dark day. Tetelestai, they say. It is finished. But what does that mean? What is finished? The prophecy of Jesus’s death on the cross? The Romans’ plan to execute Jesus? Yeah, those are finished.…

  • Praying for Pain & Everything Else, Too

    Praying for Pain & Everything Else, Too

    In this life, particularly the society we live in, we often find ourselves looking for a fix. Looking for something that makes life easier, something that makes it all just a little more comfortable. We seek remedies that will help us avoid uncomfortable things. We don’t want to face the possibility of being embarrassed, feeling…

  • God Doesn’t Speak English

    God Doesn’t Speak English

    2 weeks ago, I had a blank passport filled with nothing but my signature and an unflattering headshot. 2 weeks ago, I was running around town gathering last minute details for an adventure I knew very little about. 2 weeks ago, I had never been in a place where I didn’t speak the language, had…

  • My Mess is too Messy for Jesus (right?)

    My Mess is too Messy for Jesus (right?)

    Monday nights are roommate nights. In an apartment of four people with wildly different schedules, it can be really hard to coordinate regular times when we get to hangout in a more intentional way than just gathering in the kitchen at midnight when we’re all finally home. So tonight my three roommates and I sat in Chick fil a…