Dear Grandpa, I don’t think I understood “goodbye” until September 2016. Truly and honestly, nothing is ever really goodbye until the final breath is taken. And I don’t think I understood what saying “goodbye” to a family member...
“Part of growing up is declaring what you love.” This isn’t the first time this blog has seen these words, this simple and holy phrase. But in case you missed it the last thousand times I’ve copied these words, I stole them from Shauna Niequist’s book, Bread and Wine....
It has become somewhat of a personal charge for me. No more noise. The transition out of college has been tough. It’s included family, spiritual, and personal struggles, essentially all the things life includes plus this strange thing of walking through life...
It’s been a week of parking tickets, thumbtacks dropped in coffee, nearly lost Word documents. Of meetings, greetings, and collapsing into bed at the end of the day. Of tasty meals, laughter during awkward moments, and community. Of training at part-time jobs,...
If one more person asks me what I’m doing after graduation, I might bust. The question is breaking me bit by bit because guess what? I have no idea. Have I prayed about it? You better believe it. Have I sought “God’s will?” Sure. Whatever that...
Today I ran on a stretch of road I haven’t run on since training for the marathon. During that race, I injured my knee pretty bad, and I’m just now running more than four miles. In running, athletes talk about muscle memory. It’s that thing where...
