The Confidence Conundrum

When I was in the sixth grade, I played the part of School Janitor #2 in the annual children’s-church Christmas play. You’re probably thinking right about now, “wait… did she just say a janitor? What does that have to do with Christmas?”. Yeah, I don’t know. I don’t remember how the part of school janitor fit into the Christmas story. I don’t remember any of my lines. I don’t remember any of the songs that we sang (because of course it had to be a musical).

All I remember about that play is this one thing: I was terrified. Continue reading “The Confidence Conundrum”

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I Came, I Saw, I Conquered… And Then I Quit.

For those of you who have not yet heard, I guess now would be the time to publicly release my earth-shaking, reality-altering news:

I am quitting college. 

I can hear your loud gasps of shock, confusion, and slight disappointment from here. No, this is not a joke – this is not a drill – it’s true. Continue reading “I Came, I Saw, I Conquered… And Then I Quit.”

Mission Objective: A New Perspective

 

It was 6:30AM and my alarm was blaring.

One look out my window confirmed exactly what I already knew… I did not want to do life today. Continue reading “Mission Objective: A New Perspective”

Destroying Discontentment: The Heart of Thankfulness

 

In my home, we have this big jar that sits on the fireplace mantle. This jar serves one purpose, and one purpose only: to hold in it all of the things my family is thankful for.

Now obviously we don’t physically stuff all of the things that we are thankful for into this jar, but it holds in it a symbol of our thankfulness for those things. Here’s how it works: every time someone in my family recognizes their feelings of thankfulness for someone or something, we write that thing down on a little piece of note-paper and add it to the jar.

My family began this project several years ago and, at the time,  I was in a season of loneliness and disappointment. Though I have always appreciated what this jar stood for, I don’t think I ever really understood the significance of it until now. Let me explain… Continue reading “Destroying Discontentment: The Heart of Thankfulness”

Photo Blog: Adventures in the Land of 10,000 Lakes

 

“The purpose of life is to live it, to taste experience to the utmost, to reach out eagerly and without fear for newer and richer experience.”
― Eleanor Roosevelt

A few photos of my adventures in the Land of 10,000 Lakes.

The Art of Doing Nothing

 

As my second semester of freshman year nears the half-way mark, there’s one thing that I’ve noticed:

Everyone is exhausted.

And I’m not just talking about the sleep-deprived college students running on 5 hours of sleep per night and 10 cups of coffee per day (because the toll that our education system is taking on its students is another topic for another day). I’m also talking about fear-driven parents chasing after their kids, businessman killing themselves for the next promotion, and teenagers suffering from the weariness of heartbreak. We are all exhausted.

Our culture has completely forgotten the worth of rest – we have entirely diminished the importance of the concept!

I haven’t done enough traveling to know for sure but, from what I hear, this problem is mostly relevant in the good ole’ USA.

Land of the weary, home of the depressed. Continue reading “The Art of Doing Nothing”

The Richness of Reputation: A Lesson in Teachability

 

One of the most common complaints that I hear about Christians is that we are too arrogant. We come across to the world as a group of religious know-it-alls who have no regard for the worldviews or opinions of other people.

This should be one of our greatest concerns as a people who are hopelessly in love with Jesus.

If our desire is to see people set free through the transformational power of Jesus Christ, shouldn’t we also have the desire to understand what that person needs to be set free from? Continue reading “The Richness of Reputation: A Lesson in Teachability”

Escaping Pleasure Island

 

Confession Time: I am as indecisive as they come.

Seriously. It’s bad.

And I feel a little uncomfortable broadcasting this flaw to the entire world because admitting that you’re not perfect is such a taboo thing to do in our American culture… but here I am. Completely unperfect, entirely not put together, and hopelessly indecisive.

Let me just stop for a moment to give you a fair warning: this blog post is going to be messy because, well, life is messy. So if you’re not really in the mood to be real for a few minutes, then you should probably click away now. But, if you’re imperfect and a little messy like me then, by all means, keep on reading. Continue reading “Escaping Pleasure Island”

Created to Be

Are you the person that you were created to be?

Do you even know who that person is?

There was a time in my life where I was not the person that I was created to be – I was the person that everyone else wanted me to be. I tried to be everything to everyone, to never disappoint, and I was miserable. I didn’t know who I wanted to be or who I was supposed to be, so I let everyone else decide for me. The voices of the world were screaming so loudly “do this” and “do that” that I could no longer hear the voice of my Father. I had lost my identity. Continue reading “Created to Be”

Dancing Barefoot in the Flood

If there’s one thing I’ve learned for sure, it’s that nothing is ever for sure. My life is ever-changing and totally unpredictable… and I love it. Every day is a new adventure, full of new experiences and new people – I never know what to expect!

My motto in life has always been “just go with the flow”, which is really easy for me because it comes naturally. I tend to be very calm about anything and everything, and I take my life one day at a time – this also means that I am really bad at planning and thinking ahead (sorry, mom). The only problem with this kind of response to life is that, while it makes the good days really good, it makes the bad days really bad. Because when you “go with the flow” of life, you have no control over the waves you’ll be riding. Continue reading “Dancing Barefoot in the Flood”