Today I changed the background on my phone to this joyful shot of my niece and I adventuring around my parent’s house. The scene isn’t anything special. We took it on an ordinary day at an ordinary place, but these days—the ones full of quarantine and limited contact...
Disruptive—that’s how I would describe these weeks. As the coronavirus claims more lives and plans than we expected, we wonder when all of this will be over. There are places we need to go, things we need to do. This strange season is a welcomed sabbath for...
I’ve managed to do almost everything else but write this blog post today. I pushed and pulled furniture around my room in the name of inspiration and creativity. I shoved my desk against a wall by the window, but it turns out, my new view is of the garage roof. Not...
Can I be honest? I don’t love the title “missionary.” It’s a word that holds so much history and weight and prejudgement. I feel unqualified for it—like I don’t deserve it. Plus, everyone has their own idea of what a missionary is, and I’m not sure I meet their...
Dear Transition, Can I be honest? When we first met, I didn’t like you. I thought you were intimidating at best, and on my worst days, I thought you might destroy me. You and change teamed up and threatened the very stability of my Enneagram nine-ness. Your...
I don’t think I imagined my life quite this way, and I love that. Five years ago, I started my final semester of college. I wrote about marbles in a jar, their finite number mirroring the days which had become so very normal to me. During my senior year, my...
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