Steps

Seven years ago, a very normal incident sparked a series of events that threw me into one of the craziest, richest journeys I’ve ever walked and blew the dust off of a faith that was beginning to grow stale. I met one of my best friends while walking home from school one day. I didn’t…

Slow Release

Last week was a hazy sweep of work, laughter, emotion and action. The days smudged together and time warped and Friday night was so welcome. The week exhaled to a close. I’ve been thinking about Lent in between all of the chaos. I have a few blog posts written and saved in a document on…

Hollow {Or: Silence. Part 2}

My life is a constant rhythm of one step foreword, three steps back. Or so it feels. I’m usually spinning in ten different directions in my mind, dissecting thoughts, analyzing everything, noticing details. It’s normally a pretty crazy place in there and I’m juggling all the ideas and words in a valiant attempt to shuffle…

Silence and a Hymn

Sometimes you just need a quiet space and a way to worship. To be honest, I’ve been walking through one of those periods of spiritual quiet for some time, now. I’ve been straining to hear, craning my neck to see, but nothing comes. I’ve kept my eyes and ears open, waiting for a glimpse or…

There Are More Questions Than "Why"

For the past few months I have been running up a huge learning curve. Actually, it isn’t even a curve. It has just been a straight line pointing “up” and it doesn’t show signs of sloping downward any time soon. However, I feel as though I’ve hashed through enough lately that I’m gaining some kind…

So, Who Will You Be?

It’s university and I’m eighteen years old and attempting to construct some plan my future, but I’m caught in a tension. The dilemma is whether I should do what I want to do, what I think I should do, or if there is any difference at all between those two questions. I say that I…

On Community and Why I Love Story

I haven’t written here for a while. It isn’t for lack of wanting to, but sometimes there are more intense seasons we walk through in life that require rest and recuperation after we experience them. As much as I hate to admit it, I have limitations and seasons of rest are just as important as…

On Vulnerability and Surrendering the Hard Things

Sometimes I walk wide circles around writing here because it forces me to be vulnerable. I view writing as an art form and I think that as an artist creates, they pour something of themselves into their work. Each piece of art is a tiny slice of the soul that has been scraped back and…

For When You Feel Like You’ve Lost Control

The weather has broken open lately and now, finally, the days are warmer and the smell of spring rises from the ground. Lately I’ve been finding myself in parking lots in the early mornings, or as dusk falls, and I’ll cut my engine so I can listen to the silence as the sun climbs higher…