Nice to Meet You

Dear _________: I confess I gave up on you a while ago. I want to start by saying sorry. The truth is, up until 5 minutes ago my mom has prayed for you far more than I have. She’s the one who taught me about being hopefully expectant. About being thankful in advance. And she’s […]

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Barefaced

I’ve got this habit of trying to assign deeper meaning to everything. At this point it’s almost subconscious. Maybe it’s because I’m a creative, because I’m a writer, because I am a sucker for a good plot. Or maybe it’s because I’m in a constant state of trying to put my two cents in. Either […]

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No. 3

In all honesty, recovery has been kind of brutal up until this point. Laparoscopic procedures are considered minimally invasive, but let’s be real. Any time you get put under and cut into, it is bound to take a lot out of you. (Haha literally–they took things out of me.) Three surgeries later, I’ve noticed something […]

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Like Dynamite

I write these things because I want to remember. I’m not writing to change your life, I’m writing to change mine. Jesus did something crazy again. (Let it be said that I came into this one with zero plan or direction. Expect the Indiana Jones ride, but less smooth than that.) My sister just moved […]

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Supermoon

“We have to go see it!” My dad tossed his phone on the ottoman, dead-set and stoked. “I was thirteen the last time this happened. Get the bikes.” And so the hunt for the Supermoon began. The three of us–my mom, dad, and myself–peeled out on to the street 5 minutes later. It was strangely […]

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The Kraken

I like to think I know where and how Jesus will show up. He likes to remind me that’s silly. On Friday I traveled back to Orange County to be in another wedding. (For the record it was a dang good time and I am immeasurably stoked for the couple. I love them to bits.)  A […]

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Receipts

I often write notes from sermons and devotions on receipts. I don’t know why, but I do and I stuff them in my Bible and use them as bookmarks. I’ve got notes from over two years ago still hanging out and reminding me of where I’ve been and some of the things I have learned. […]

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I Forget

And I still forget. I am literally dead center in the plot of the most exciting story I could have imagined and I still forget whose I am sometimes. This in turn leads me to forget who I am and then I fall into old worry-habits. I let fears fester and muffle the truth with […]

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Punch-Drunk

It has been exactly one month since my last post. First, time flies. Second, I have a lot to say. Third, I’m going to try not to say much. To start–I can’t believe I’m able to say this and mean it–my pain is down to a quarter of what it used to be. Last week […]

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Yellow-Green Blueprints

So, I was wasting my life on Instagram when I ran into a quote in the caption of a picture I saw. In her book, One Thousand Gifts: A Dare to Live Fully Right Where You Are (a book I haven’t heard of before today but fully plan on purchasing and starting tomorrow), Ann Voskamp throws […]

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