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Outside of any of my own efforts, contrary to all of my expectations, and as if to bring all of my fears to the surface and prompt me to overcome them, God has invited me to Africa this summer and subsequently given me His perfect peace to accept the invitation with excitement.

Post-graduating in May, I’ve had this tentative plan that I will immediately look for a full-time job and then work toward one of my goals of moving out. That’s generally what people do when they get a degree, right? Get a job, “start” life. Makes sense.

As the reality of being done with school (for now) has continued to set in these past couple of months, I’ve been praying a lot about the future, asking God to make clear to me what is next. I’ve been telling Him about my tentative plan, assuming it’s lined up with His since nothing else has come up to change it yet. I’ve felt pretty directionless for awhile and as the weeks keep coming to an end, each one faster than the previous, I’ve felt more anxious; more frustrated. God, why do I not know what I’m going to do after this? I started telling Him that I expect Him to bring something along. Any day now. What I didn’t know was that that thing would be something so unexpected.

On March 24th I went to my usual Friday afternoon Bible study with some friends. We spent the first ten minutes in reflection and prayer, thinking of a word to describe how we felt about life at the moment, and then talking to God about it. My word was “expectant” because, as I mentioned, I expect a lot from Him right now. As in, answers to the question of “what the heck will I be doing in two months??” I’ve been trying to be okay with not knowing because I’ve learned that God really loves keeping me in that state. So I’ve been growing in trust and I’ve become expectant. But honestly, that has come more from a place of frustration rather than patient waiting. I don’t want to be idle and just wait around for God to drop something in my lap, but I don’t know what to pursue/how many things to pursue in hopes of landing something..?? I don’t even know what I want, HALP. I started writing this prayer… God, I expect You to bring the right thing to me. But I’m afraid I’m expecting too much from You and not taking enough responsibility in actually trying to find that thing myself. I don’t want to miss it, but I also don’t even know where or when to start or what to do. And also, I’m frustrated that I don’t know yet. I’m about to have a degree… generally people know what they plan to do with that, so why don’t I? Why are you making me wait? I want to have the right expectations from You… just tell me/show me at what point I should step in-”  and before I could even finish my sentence, I was literally interrupted by the most spontaneous and simple thought about Royal Servants. Sometimes I have random thoughts, yeah, but there are certain ones that are clearly not my own. This was one of those, and I know because it was so out of the ordinary and yet seemed so poigniantly placed right on the words “step in” that it was worthy of me actually drawing an arrow and making a note: “RS flashed through my mind right here.” I didn’t know what I was going to do about it or why I wrote it down, I just found it curious. Maybe I would revisit it and pray about it later. So I kept writing. Pretty soon Bible study ended. And I didn’t really think about what happened until about three hours later when I got a text. One of my 2014 Israel trip leaders, who I haven’t talked to in months, invited me to prayerfully consider returning as an assistant on his team this summer. I assumed Israel again because he’s gone there every summer for the past ten years, but I was wrong. Sierra Leone, Africa, actually. How perfect… ly not the trip that would be my first choice. But that’s the thing. The past couple summers that I’ve considered and even tried returning with Royal Servants it’s been on my terms. I’ve always prayed something along the lines of Okay, God, I think this would be a really great summer to travel with RS again. And also I’d really like to go to *insert any location besides Africa or China.* So just say the word and I will go.

He didn’t say the word in 2015 or ’16.

The thing is, this (life) isn’t my story to write. Ever. And I am realizing how much better it is when I don’t try to.

Anyway, an answer was needed asap, so I spent the next seven days in fervent prayer… occasionally in tears… pacing my room… repeatedly telling God I have never felt so stuck in the middle of a decision in my life; telling Him much of me doesn’t really want to do this, but I don’t want to say no just out of fear; asking Him to please give me His heart for it if I’m supposed to go, and to once again turn my fear into excitement, the way He always has; telling Him I will go wherever He wants me to or stay wherever He wants me to, but I just need to know where the actual heck that is. The decision felt a lot heavier this time around. Am I just afraid of going? Or would I be going because I’m afraid to face the otherwise unknown that awaits after graduation? Is the timing of this completely ridiculous? Again, why can’t I just know?? 

In a fit of frustration, fear & uncertainty I started reading in Deuteronomy and let me just say, that book brings me to tears no matter what emotional state I am in. So you can just imagine the wreckage that ensued when I came across these gems:

Deuteronomy 7:9 – “Therefore know that the Lord your God, He is God, the faithful God who keeps covenant and mercy for a thousand generations with those who love Him and keep His commandments.”

7:17-19 : “If you should say in your heart, ‘These nations are greater than I; how can I dispossess them?’-you shall not be afraid of them, but you shall remember well what the Lord your God did to Pharaoh and to all Egypt: the great trials which your eyes saw, the signs and the wonders, the mighty hand and the outstretched arm, by which the Lord your God brought you out. So shall the Lord your God do to all the peoples of whom you are afraid.”

7:21 – “You shall not be terrified of them; for the Lord your God, the great and awesome God, is among you.”

8:2-3 – “And you shall remember that the Lord your God led you all the way these forty years in the wilderness, to humble you and test you, to know what was in your heart, whether you would keep His commandments or not. So He humbled you, allowed you to hunger, and fed you with manna which you did not know nor did your fathers know, that He might make you know that man shall not live by bread alone; but man lives by every word that proceeds from the mouth of the Lord.”

9:3a – “Therefore understand today that the Lord your God is He who goes over before you as a consuming fire.”

12:5 – “But you shall seek the place where the Lord your God chooses, out of all your tribes, to put His name for His dwelling place; and there you shall go.”

13:4 – “You shall walk after the Lord your God and fear Him, and keep His commandments and obey His voice; you shall serve Him and hold fast to Him.”

Need I say more? I think I knew in those moments what to do, it just took my a couple days to be brave about it.

It threw me off (in a thrilling kind of way) to have this opportunity presented to me suddenly, unexpectedly and yet in such a timely fashion. Looking back I feel kind of ridiculous for how difficult it was for me to figure this out, but I do believe that keeping me so unsure for a solid week was God’s way of reminding me how to seek Him wholeheartedly; how to take everything in me – every fear, desire, expectation, doubt – and truly lay it all down at His feet; how to pray for His will and want it above my own. I knew He would bring clarity and by Thursday afternoon I knew for sure that I’m doing this. Friday morning I felt no different, so I made a phone call and sealed the deal. (!!!)

In the span of one week He has answered prayer after repeated prayer and proven His faithfulness yet again. Pretty soon I started to see not going as no longer an option, and going as the only option that makes sense. Pretty soon my fear, just as I asked, was transformed into excitement. I was scared at the beginning because I didn’t come up with this myself, which is why I know there’s a reason for all of it, I can feel it. And that potential scares me as much as it excites me. Ultimately, God has given me a desire to be part of equipping and empowering students to do ministry overseas that has become greater than any of my fears. I know what it’s like to be a student doing this for the first time, and I am stoked for the opportunity to be on the other side of it now; to turn around and take what I have learned and use it to encourage a new team of Jesus lovers who have no idea what the heck they’re getting themselves into (ha!), nor how pivotal of an experience it will be.

Thank you to everyone who has been praying with me and for me in this decision, and for continuing to do so as I prepare for another adventurous six weeks!

k n o w n {Psalm 139}

“Write.” I like that little button on the top right corner of the website. It’s so inviting. Why, yes, thank you, I would love nothing more. I click it and the words in my head get so excited.

Disclaimer: The following post does not do Psalm 139 justice. But I have thoughts, regardless.

I was reading through it today and I’m pretty floored. I’ve been reading it pretty much every day for awhile now, actually. Just because I can’t get over it. Then again, how can you get over something you can’t even fathom in the first place?  Until recently, I’ve never been so aware of how much I want to be known. If I could sum up what I want in life, I think it all comes down to this one thing. At least right now. Not even sure what that means, entirely. Or what I think it should look like, for that matter, but I think there are a few different levels… I think I want to know and understand myself, what I’m passionate about, what I’m good at, what I’d like to spend my life doing. And I’m getting there. I also know I love people; I like when people know me and they let me know them, too. But in light of all that, I am already known. Perfectly. By my Savior. He knows me to an incomprehensible degree that surpasses anyone’s knowledge of me, ever. And that’s pretty incredible.

Have I become numb to the things I’ve literally been raised to just accept? It’s been engrained in my mind and heart for as long as I can remember, praise God, but as a result, I too often lack the exuberance that this kind of truth deserves. It just “is what it is.” It’s the truth and I accept it the way I accept a free cookie: with a “thank you,” and then pretty soon it’s gone…

I have been searched, known, understood, comprehended by a God who is acquainted with all of my ways, who knows me altogether, inside and out, who has hedged me, behind and before, and laid His hand upon me. I am and have been led, held, formed, covered, skillfully wrought, made, seen, and tried by the God whose thoughts about you and I are numerous and oh so precious. Heart and flesh, God, You know it all and none of it surprises you. Still you love. When I was only a substance, I was seen. There was a plan. All of the days of my life were written down before I even had a beating heart, or resembled anything remotely human, for that matter. My purpose was established, my every decision, right or wrong, already laid bare before the eyes of God. I was and am understood completely and accepted entirely. Regardless of how well people know me, or think they do, He knows me infinitely better and more deeply, which is both terrifying and humbling. What more could a person ask for than to be both fully known and still fully accepted by the God of the universe? I need to chew on all of that a lot more. I just decided that one of my favorite parts of Psalm 139 is when David says, “You have hedged me behind and before, and laid Your hand upon me,” right after recounting alllllll the ways God knows us… every thought, every intention, every action and every word, before one of them even makes its way out; every part of me, which is innately wretched, imperfect, tainted, sinful, He knows, yet He watches over me, cares for me and lays His hand upon me. What a God.

And how often I fail to live by the part proclaiming that because of these truths, “I will praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.”

I don’t do that enough.

I have more reasons to praise Him than I could ever even comprehend, reasons that go beyond being fearfully and wonderfully made… that’s just the beginning, the one fact that should both dictate and highlight the whole rest of my life. And I don’t do that enough. So there’s my call to action. Praise. He deserves it ceaselessly. (Recommended reading: Praise Habit by David Crowder)

I am known… Infinitely. Perfectly. Completely. Fully. Entirely. *Insert all other existing synonyms.*

So are you.

restless & wrestling

I generally have at least an idea of the kind of structure I want a blog post to have, but this time I feel like I have no boundaries, no structure, no expectations, and no ideas other than this one: word vomit. Sorry to use that phrase, I actually hate it, but it also pretty accurately describes what I’m about to do and why. The answer is because my heart and mind don’t currently want to cooperate; my thoughts don’t want to be expressed in the form of completion, the way I feel like they usually are the majority of the times I’ve transcribed them into another post. Oh well.

Welcome to my life at present. It is Friday, November 25, 2016, and nothing in me is organized right now. Everything is in restless disarray, but it’s totally fine. For once I really would like my words to seem a little chaotic, too. A little restless. I think a new approach to this whole blogging thing could be refreshing. I said from the beginning that I wanted to commit to full-disclosure, complete honesty and vulnerability anytime I choose to write, but as a writer, I forget how much I like to go back and fix or improve things. Yeah, I may be honest in what I say, but sometimes I worry too much that it doesn’t always make sense. This time I don’t want to be afraid of that. I don’t even want to care if it makes sense or not. Unfiltered is the goal right now. I usually like to write when I’ve just learned something, just come through something, that way I have what feels like a much more well-rounded perspective that’s so much easier to describe. I like to write when I feel like I’ve at least come to some kind of conclusion about how I should be living… thinking… breathing. This time I’m kind of in the throes of it all, as I write. I don’t know. Anyway, by the time my thoughts are somewhere other than my head, they feel more complete, regardless of how well-thought out they are or not to begin with. Enough rambling. Here goes. Okay, Jesus, what do you want me to say right now…

“for in Him we live and move and have our being.” Acts 17:28

What? Does that even mean… This is honestly just the first thing that came to my mind right this moment, so I’m gonna take off with it. I came across this verse the other day. I don’t remember when or how or if it was even from my Bible or someone’s Instagram post or what (and I actually had to google the reference just now, don’t judge me), but I remember it struck a chord in me that I totally ignored. Until right now… God clearly wants me to revisit these words, and for you, the reader, to join me in whatever that looks like. I’m as curious as you, to be honest. The blank space that expands beneath this paragraph will soon be filled with words, and it’s kind of thrilling not having any idea what they will be at this point. It’s hard letting my thoughts come out raw right now, and to process them as they are being written down, as opposed to organizing them beforehand. I get my love for organization and hatred for clutter and filth from my mother, and she from her father. Thanks, Grandpa! Seriously though, I actually enjoy being an organized person. But I think I like it to a fault because when it comes to what’s happening inside me, that kind of disorder makes me even more uncomfortable. I just want everything to feel perfect and put together all the time, and I start to think there’s something wrong with me when it doesn’t. I have to remind myself that there actually is a lot wrong with me because I’m a human being. But along with that reminder comes the fact that God’s strength is made perfect in my weakness; He does more than just complete me, filling in the gaps where I fall short. He covers me completely, to the point where I can’t even see where my effort ends and He begins. It’s just all Him. That’s something I can’t really wrap my brain around, to be honest. “My goodness is nothing apart from You.” (Psalm 16:2).

I think it’s okay and even good to feel that way sometimes, like there’s nothing but chaos and restlessness and sadness and anxiety going on inside. Not necessarily for it to stay there, but what I mean is I’m learning how to properly handle it. There’s a sweet parallel I just discovered. I think that in the same way I feel an urge to be completely raw in what I say about how I feel right now, God wants us to approach Him that way with our whole selves. The disaster that may be my mind, my heart, God wants that, just the way it is. I think I haven’t been thinking like that. I think I haven’t realized the freedom of that truth until right now, sitting here, thinking out loud. I feel bad when I feel bad. Like, I feel guilty for not feeling completely joyful and put together and content and freaking perfect all the time. And then I try and do some soul-searching, trying, in and of myself, to fix whatever is broken inside me before I come to God, because I should offer him good things, right?? I can’t come to Him in a less-than-perfect state, ashamed by all of these doubts and fears and curiosities that I idolize… Wrong. “The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit, a broken and a contrite heart – these, O God, You will not despise.” (Psalm 51:17). No pre-organization necessary in approaching the throne of the Living God. He does it all for us when we choose to come to Him just as we are. Praise You, Jesus. We deserve no such grace. Romans 8:1 says, “There is, therefore, now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus, who do not walk according to the flesh, but according to the Spirit.” I guess the real question then becomes, in those moments when disarray and restlessness seem to have consumed me, according to what am I walking? The flesh or the Spirit? I concluded today that I need to memorize more verses. Well, I didn’t just randomly come to that conclusion, I was convicted to memorize more verses after praying and being frustrated over how much my thoughts have wandered as of late. Can this not happen?? “Yeah, actually. Fill your mind with the Word of God.” Of course.

So, Acts 17:28, “for in Him we live and move and have our being.”

Alright Lord, I don’t know what to say about that other than I don’t really know what it means. And I don’t know if I believe it. I hate admitting things like that. Even though God already knows. I literally can hide nothing, so why even try? “For in Him we live and move and have our being.” Reading that through once or twice, it just sounds like some super poetic, whimsical metaphor for the Christian life; a reflection of the fact that as a follower of Christ, I live for Jesus, obviously. But how often do I actually consider the weight of those words, on every level? Literally, He breathed us into life. And because of that, my whole self and lifestyle should reflect His glory. This heart that is beating, these lungs that are breathing, these fingers typing, head spinning, it’s all happening both because of and for Him. So there’s that. Because of Jesus, “[I] have [my] being;” I have life, purpose, opportunities…

What am I doing with that? (Aside from not even fully comprehending what it means)

Maybe I’m just afraid to admit I haven’t lived up to the calling behind it, so claiming I don’t understand it is my cop-out.

Still trying to gain a better grasp here… I am literally alive because of Him. Physically able to move and breathe, and spiritually able to grow and transform and look forward to eternity with Him because I’m saved by grace and grace alone.

Now is probably a good time to address the restlessness and wrestling implied in the title of this. Audrey Assad sings a song called “Restless.” Some of the lyrics are “You dwell in songs that we are singing, rising to the heavens, rising to your heart… our praises filling up the spaces in between our frailty and everything you are. You are the keeper of my heart, and I’m restless, I’m restless ’til I rest in You…” Such a sweet song. I recommend looking it up. But anyway, that song came to mind when I wrote that title. I am restless until I rest in Jesus, but the truth is I don’t always know how to do that. I don’t know how to fully embrace his perfect peace that is freely offered to me. There’s too much to worry about and be anxious about, I don’t have time to rest!!! I don’t know how to give things up and really rest the way I am allowed to, called to because of His sacrifice. I get frustrated when I have to pray the same prayers over and over again, asking for Him to take from me the things I’m holding onto, asking for Him to grant me my requests, and trying, in the midst of that, to remember to always ask for His will above my own. God, this is what I want and I don’t know what your plan is in all of this, I don’t know what this is going to look like, and I don’t know what to do. Except I feel like every time I say I don’t know what to do, I actually do. Almost immediately He reminds me to rest. Okay, God, whatever, I get that part, but honestly that’s not enough for me right now. I need answers; I need promises that fulfill me the way I want to be fulfilled. Selfish. Who the heck am I to limit Him, to question His sovereignty like that, telling the God of the universe what I need, as if He doesn’t know infinitely more than me?  Who am I to place my security in things I expect Him to give me, rather than He Himself, the best gift I could ever receive? I live and move and have my being because of Him and His grace. In light of that, how is it that I can let myself be restless?

I put God in a box a lot more than I ever realized. He’s so much bigger than I make Him out to be. I am restless because I’m an impatient person who has dreams and hopes and desires, yet battles with the reality that God may have completely different ones for me, or at least different plans for how He will fulfill/meet those. It’s hard to submit to His will when it keeps me so very much in the present, waiting, resting, and not able to see very far in front of me because where would my faith be then? It’s so much easier to dwell on my plans that I can “see” in my future, in my head. I tell myself I can trust that God will always be faithful, no matter what that looks like, but what’s with all of this waiting and unknown nonsense, God? In the midst of questioning if God really is a good, good Father, who loves to give good gifts to His children, I have to remind myself that these moments of restlessness, chaos, whatever, are opportunities to practice and learn how to overcome one of my greatest weaknesses: patience. And to do that not in my own strength, but by drawing from His. They are also good reality checks. If I never get any of the things I hope to in this life on earth, will I be okay with that? If you’re asking me this right this second as a non-rhetorical question, my answer is no. I’m not okay with that thought. But I want to be. I’ve been there before, where God alone was all I ever wanted and needed, but currently I’m struggling all over again with understanding whether or not I’m even allowed to want other things in this life that aren’t God Himself, but gifts He may or may not choose to give in this life. God, I don’t freaking know how to deal. I don’t know what to do with what’s in my heart, on my mind. I was praying the other day that He would take it all away, basically so that I could instead just feel nothing. If what I’m feeling is angst and discontentment and restlessness, I would rather just not feel at all, so TAKE ME NOW, LORD. I was praying for an easy way out. But then I realized I was in the wrong to pray that, so my prayer instead became “No, actually, just change my desires to match yours; satisfy them however you see best fit.” I didn’t even want that; I want what I want, and I don’t want that to change (I’m kind of a brat.) But sometimes I have to pray things I know I should want, even when I don’t want them in the moment. That’s okay, right? To pray for things against my own will? It’s either considered super honest, or somehow wrong, not sure which.

Acts 17:28…. Anything else, God? I feel like I keep finding new rabbit trails every time I come back to “for in Him we live and move and have our being.” Not sure if I’ve really hit the nail on the head yet… if I’ve said all that I needed to say about those eleven words. I think I’m just supposed to meditate on them, honestly. Still trying to wrap my head around it, what it means, how it convicts me and calls me to action. I guess I can conclude with this: if all that we are and have is by Him and for Him, everything we experience and every action we take is and should be ultimately for His glory. I have found myself coming back to this conclusion during several different circumstances in the past. I have to relearn this all the time. It’s humbling. God, if everything is for you, if in You I live and move and have my being, then you deserve every piece of my life and who I am. Whatever that looks like, it belongs to You. I don’t willingly want to give You that right now, but I know You deserve all of me. My life is not my own; don’t let me forget that, no matter how much I want to deny it. The moments of joy and rejoicing, when I am content and happy, and the moments of anger or sorrow or fear, when I am discontent, restless and wrestling within myself, take those moments and magnify Yourself. God, when it’s hard to approach you for whatever reason, when I feel like I deserve so much less than what You give me, and You deserve so much more than what I have to offer, when what hinders me from being completely vulnerable before you is my fear of being a wreck and the misconception that I have to have my crap together first, be my help. Take everything. Remind me that, in any circumstance, You are more than enough for me and I am enough because of Your Son. Help me to understand the weight of that truth, and to really believe it. Because I’m having a hard time with that; with all of the above, let’s be real.

I’m caught in between so many different feelings. Unworthy of His grace; unwilling to submit to Him, to relinquish my life and my ideas; restless because I don’t know how to rest with so many things swirling around inside of me, occupying my thoughts and attention; frustrated that I would rather hold onto them and meditate on them instead of surrender them; confused because God deserves all of me, but all of me is not good and He deserves the best; tripping out because He still wants every part of me despite that, and what does that even mean and what do I have to do and why is it so hard to let go of myself? It’s a constant struggle, this life. & we’ll never “arrive” until we arrive at the gates of heaven. That will be a glorious moment. And that’s a whole other topic that I also can’t fathom.

I’ll say it one more time. “For in Him we live and move and have our being.” For whatever reason that needed to be the focal point of this post. Like I prefaced this, I don’t know how much it all actually ties together/makes sense, but I wanted to run with it. And honestly, at this point, I feel like I always write the same things anyway; the same lessons and the same reminders about dealing with the unknown and entrusting my whole self to a God who knows me perfectly, but clearly I need to relearn this in different ways, and re-articulate the same things over and over for whatever reasons. In any case, I’m glad it’s all out on the table. I’ll admit I did a little editing here and there, but for the most part, I think I like word-vomiting. If you’ve reached this point, I’m glad you stuck around to see what became of the blank space after words took over.

3 words





These are my new three favorite words to use to describe God, mostly because they are hard to swallow. Oddly, that’s what I love about them. I love that the unwavering truth behind them battles with “[me] of little faith” and always wins. My heart knows that in every season He is still God, He is still sovereign, He is unchanging when my circumstances are not, and therefore He is worthy of my praise every moment of everyday, regardless of how I feel. My heart knows this, but my flesh doesn’t want to accept it. This has been my problem: I have learned that I often let my feelings and circumstances dictate my perspective of who God is, and thus how much I glorify Him. I struggle to not question Him and get angry when things don’t happen the way I want them to, or when I don’t have the answers I want to have. My circumstances are constantly changing, and God has been teaching me so much about what worship means in all of that. One of my prayers for awhile now has been that He would teach me to love Him above all else; above every other desire in my heart for certain things this side of heaven. I am learning to trust Him, to honor Him, to worship Him, to love Him because He has shown Himself to be sovereign, worthy, and unchanging. Honestly, how many more reasons do I need? I don’t want my love to be contingent upon what He does for me or gives to me. He loves me at all points; when I am angry, faithless, selfish, dishonoring, and having the worst attitude. He loves me unconditionally, and I want to do the same. I want to love Him for who He IS, not just what He does.

I’ve been asking Him to teach me more of His character, circumstances aside. I want to believe that “You’re a good, good Father” not because I finally get what I want; I want to believe it because it is the truth, whether I get what I want or not. Whether my prayers are answered my way or not, You are still a good, good Father, and I am loved by You. And for some reason this is so hard to believe when I can’t see the full picture. I am one to want answers and to want then now. But it is high time I quit relying on my own knowledge and understanding of my circumstances, and start relying solely on the person of God and who He promises to always be. I know God to be sovereign, worthy and unchanging because He is there in my rejoicing and in my weeping; He is the same when I am back and forth with my feelings and struggling to be obedient. He is challenging my heart to be steadfast, and to trust Him at all times. His desire is for me, and when He is silent, I know it’s because He wants me to seek Him. Not just to seek Him as a source, asking Him for answers, but to set that aside and purely seek His face, first and foremost. I know God to be sovereign, worthy and unchanging because I am completely helpless and hopeless if I equate my circumstances to His character… He is infinitely greater than all of them, favorable or unfavorable.

God has shown me time and time and TIME again in the most gentle of ways just how small I am. And in light of that, how often I limit Him, question Him, complain, withhold praise, & don’t spend enough time listening to Him because I’m too busy talking, telling, pleading, instead of surrendering, resting, and waiting on Him. I learned a lot about prayer when I realized how much talking I actually do when I’m being challenged. I thought I was totally doing the right thing by praying so fervently for certain things in my life, but then I realized how and what I was praying, and that it was not lining up with the “more of You, less of me” mentality that we are called to have as followers of Christ. I was telling God repeatedly what I want in life and asking Him for those things, but that’s where it would end. Even in my asking I was still holding on and not letting Him answer the way He wants to. I left the “not my will, but Yours be done” part out of the prayer. I had to switch from constantly asking for the fulfillment of my desires, my way, to instead giving it all to Him, recognizing that He already knows my heart, but also recognizing that because of His sovereignty, He has the freedom to do whatever He desires, regardless of what I ask. Because of His sovereignty, He deserves full access to my heart, and full freedom to move in whatever ways He sees fit. Because of His sovereignty, I have no right to hold onto any of it. I have to be careful that I actually mean it when I say “And if not, still I will praise You.” So I will continue to say it over and over again until I do.

My life is not my own, and the truth of that statement has hit me so hard recently. Not that I have this down… I fight on a daily basis to believe all of the things that I’ve said, all over again. I have to remind myself and ask God to remind me of the truth of who He is because it is so easy to waver and start letting the voice of my circumstances dictate my joy and tell me who God is. Please note the “I am learning” and “I want to…” phrases included in this post. I hope it’s pretty obvious that I don’t have it all figured out. I never want it to just seem like I’ve “arrived.” Yes, I want to be clear at times about specific lessons God has taught me in the past, or already brought me through, but I also firmly believe the struggle involved in those processes is the most important part of the story, and I hope that is always evident. I share the things that are currently on my heart for different reasons. One, it helps me process everything for myself and to refocus my attention on what is most important, and two, I want it to encourage whoever reads it in one way or another, whether you love Jesus, want nothing to do with Him, or find yourself somewhere in the middle. I trust that God guides and uses my words in some way every time they wind up in another post. On that note, I’d like to not end with my words…

“Our Father in heaven, Hallowed by Your name. your kingdom come, Your will be done on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our debts, as we forgive our debtors. And do not lead us into temptation, but deliver us from the evil one. For Yours is the kingdom and the power and the glory forever. Amen.” -Matthew 6:9-13


all of me.


the last week of high school group for the school year. a sweet time of worship. tears. an impromptu dance party. all things that last wednesday night was composed of. but most important was the reminder that Jesus is worth every part of me.

i was trying to focus during worship,  and i kept giving God the things i’m concerned with (so, everything). granted it was all bits and pieces; kind of one thing at a time, as i thought of each thing individually. but it didn’t feel like it was enough. i kept asking “What more is there to do? How do i get rid of feeling like i’m consumed with so much stuff and so much of myself all the time??” …

the thing is, I keep praying about the same THINGS – circumstances, people, thoughts, fears, worries, desires, all of these PARTS of my life. which is okay, because I think God definitely wants to hear the specifics, but i think i’ve been missing it. and He’s been waiting for me to hear Him say “just lay your SELF down at My feet.” as a person, i want to be filled with Him, not just in a place where i let Him have control of the things that are heavy on my mind.

the only way to be rid of myself is to be filled with Jesus. the only way to be filled with Jesus is to come before Him, desiring that & willingly sacrificing all of me, and that is a sweet exchange that i believe takes constant effort on my part. because who am i to withhold any part of myself from God? I  {b e l o n g}  to Him. i know this in my head, yet i still struggle to understand it in my heart and to know how to act on it consistently.

i was asking God over and over during worship to clothe me with His humility, because for some reason i feel so aware of the pride and selfishness and conceit inside of me, and i would venture to say it’s probably one of the grossest feelings ever. i know God wants to abolish that, and i know that to do that i have to first become aware of it.

He definitely gave me another taste of that humility. i fell apart during our last small group time of the school year. it was probably one of the best nights we’ve had all year – a really raw time of sharing with each other the areas of difficulty that are most prevalent in life right now. aside from being heartbroken over some of the things that were said, even more than that i was brought to tears by the fact that i get to hear these girls’ stories. how blessed i am to have insight into their precious lives, and to be someone who can walk alongside them, speak truth to them and learn from them, at the same that i am learning things in my own life. it is a privilege i do not feel like i deserve. i am still learning so much, myself, how am i the one God chose and fully equipped to encourage and lead these girls alongside Deanna? needless to say, i was reminded once again that i don’t have to have it all together to be in this position, and i clearly do not, by any means. it is so easy to feel like i don’t or won’t have the right things to say; i fear i am not enough in that sense, but i have also learned the importance of simply listening, and trusting God to bring the words right when they are needed. i have been so encouraged, hearing how well these girls listen to Jesus. they know exactly where His Holy Spirit is bringing conviction to their hearts, and seeing how sensitive they are to His voice is something God has used time and again to encourage me this year. i actually look up to them in a lot of ways.

i randomly came across Ecclesiastes 5 that night. i opened my Bible during small groups just to have something to look at while i attempted (and seriously failed) to fight back tears, and literally turned straight to “The vanity of selfish toil.”

“Walk prudently when you go to the house of God; and draw near to hear rather than to give the sacrifice of fools, for they do not know that they do evil. Do not be rash with your mouth, and let not your heart utter anything hastily before God. For God is in heaven, and you are on earth. Therefore let your words be few… For in the multitude of dreams and many words there is vanity. But fear God.” i don’t like how difficult it is to not be caught up in myself and to instead continually yield to God, but i love that He does not relent. so much to be gleaned here. it put me at a loss for words to even express in prayer. especially those last two sentences…

“For in the multitude of dreams and many words there is vanity. But fear God.”

so many desires, and so many words used to express them to God that i lose track of how to simply fear Him in the midst of it all. i lose track of the importance of surrendering all of me, not just fragments of my life.

i am convicted to give Him not only control of these areas, but the authority to consume me, as a person. whatever that means. and i’m scared to.

i am learning how to say “God, here is everything. Here am I. Take me.”

“I Will Look Up” by Elevation Worship

All the worries of this world
I will lay them at your feet
Surrender every anxious thought
For perfect peace
Your perfect peace

All the loved ones I hold dear
All my hopes and dreams and all my fears
I will choose to trust your name
In everything
With everything

I will look up for there is none above you
I will bow down to tell you that I need you
Jesus, Lord of all
Jesus, Lord of all

I will take you at your word
Jesus you have taken hold of me
All my life is in your hands
You’re my strength
You’re my strength

I will look up for there is none above you
I will bow down to tell you that I need you
Jesus, Lord of all
Jesus, Lord of all
I will look back and see that you are faithful
I look ahead believing you are able
Jesus, Lord of all
Jesus, Lord of All

Prince of Peace
Perfect Healer
All my life, all my cares on you
King of Kings
Mighty Savior
All my life, all my cares on you


“Allegiance” by The Procession


I confess of the ways i’ve turned from you

creating idols my heart could bow unto

from time to time i believed the lie

they would satisfy, they would give me life

but all these counterfeits will never do


so i pledge my heart to you

all my love my life to you

take an oath devoted to you alone

my allegiance to you

my allegiance to you


guide my heart to desire the love you’ve shown

light my path, may i see your present hope

create in me a heart so clean

that my soul would sing of your victory

in liberty, Father, i say yes to you


so i pledge my heart to you

all my love my life to you

take an oath devoted to you alone

my allegiance to you

my allegiance to you


you’ve taken away my shame

in return you pour out your grace

i thank you, Lord

the cross as your proof of love

your pledge to each one of us

we thank you, Lord

wait, i like school?

8 am class was canceled, two assignment deadlines were extended, and I had a cinnamon roll for breakfast. That is a rare Monday morning, folks. There is a God in heaven! (*insert praise hands emoji*)

The first thing I did this morning (besides eat a cinnamon roll, drink a cup of coffee, and relish in the joy of no class) was bring this whole upcoming homework-infested and anxiety-ridden week to the feet of Jesus. I was overwhelmed. I told God that my academics belong to Him; that I want to do well in all of my classes and on all of my assignments, but if I try to carry alone the burden of everything that is required of me this week, I won’t be able to do it. So I gave it to Him, committed myself to working diligently, and thanked Him for the opportunity to be in school.

Even I have to read that last part twice because it’s hard to believe that I finally feel thankful for school. This has not always been my attitude. Heck to the no.

I regret that up until this point I have seriously taken for granted my time as a college student. Sure, I’ve passed my classes, but for the most part, since the fall of 2013 I have neglected to see that the responsibility of achieving and maintaining my own academic success is a unique one, and it was given to me as an opportunity to practice good stewardship. I think it’s safe to say that problem number one is that at first I did not view my college education this way. I tried to see it as something that God has called me to, and eventually I was able to believe that in time He would reveal to me the direction He wants me to take in a career, but seeing it as a gift was a whole different story during my first few semesters of college. And reaching a point where I was okay with going to school, even though I felt like I was wandering aimlessly, was difficult. I hated life as a freshman. In high school you think you’ll be able to jump right into all the things you want to study (if you even have subjects you actually want to keep studying), but all of those general ed classes really put a damper on those hopes. At least for me… but maybe being an undeclared major had more to do with that than I think.

It was one of the most challenging things to keep reminding myself of how strongly I knew God wanted me in school, despite how much I did not want to apply myself to certain subjects that I literally could not care any less about.

Being a student is a privilege, a gift, and something that I want to continually be better at. I get to make my own decisions about what I want to study and what career I hope to pursue. On one hand I feel like I haven’t appreciated that free will. But on the other, I’ll give myself a little bit of grace because, especially as a freshman, it was hard to be motivated when I had no flipping clue what I wanted to study except, like, anything but the textbooks that I had to purchase.

My point is this: Now that I am enjoying school, I am realizing how much I didn’t at first, and how much God has brought me through and taught me in the process. I have learned that doing my best in school is actually a form of worship, and He was patient with me when I wasn’t keeping that mindset and fully immersing myself in what He has called me to. Yeah, looking back I totally wish I had been just as motivated back when I knew so much less about what I wanted to do. Yeah, I wish I had been joyful just to be able to get an education at all, and I regret taking that for granted for the first couple of years. I still don’t know exactly what I want to do, but that’s not the point. I think I’m just really excited to finally feel like I’m headed somewhere. I’m finally studying what interests me, and it’s still challenging, but it’s a good feeling to have figured that out after so many moments of feeling clueless, doubtful and unmotivated. And it’s all thanks to my Savior.

“You will keep him in perfect peace whose mind is stayed on You, because he trusts in You.” -Isaiah 26:3

“Into Your hand I commit my spirit, You have redeemed me, O Lord God of truth.” -Psalm 31:5

“The soul of the lazy man desires and has nothing; but the soul of the diligent shall be made rich.” -Proverbs 13:4

“Bondservants, be obedient to those who are your masters according to the flesh, with fear and trembling, in sincerity of heart, as to Christ.” -Ephesians 6:5

full surrender –> perfect peace

“You will keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on You, because he trusts in You.” Isaiah 26:3

This is a pretty sweet promise that has been coming back to my mind every time it goes from being at rest one moment, and in the next begins to think “But, God…”


Until now I don’t know that I have ever repeatedly given something back to God so many times before in my life. So, until now I guess I never really knew what full surrender feels like. And it feels like a lot when one of the things I want the most is the very thing God asks me to place at His feet. At a certain point, holding onto my own desires stopped being an option because I realized that gets me nowhere. The key part of this journey is that God has not only given me the strength to surrender what I want for myself, but also the desire to do so in the first place. And He truly has kept me at perfect peace in the process.


“Make a map of my desires; all roads lead to You.” -Jillian Edwards


As I’ve become more aware of the desires of my own heart, finding the balance between wanting fulfillment of those desires and wanting Christ has been a struggle and a constant prayer request. For awhile I wrestled with understanding that it’s okay to want things in life that aren’t God Himself.. a degree, a stable job, a relationship, a family, a home (preferably by the beach). For awhile I shoved them away and denied myself the ability to want them because I was unsure of the extent to which I was “allowed” to want them. I figured that if I didn’t already have them, clearly I shouldn’t want them because God gives us everything we need, right? I thought it was “automatic idolatry” or something because I didn’t know how to not want any of those things more than I want Jesus. I was afraid to even let myself go there and find out because I thought that they would immediately consume me. I quickly learned, however, that ignoring them is not the remedy. I learned to instead invite Jesus to be part of them, acknowledging that He knows they’re there, that they’re from Him, and that there is a time and a place for each one.

So, then my most fervent prayer became “God, help me to want you more than I want anything else.” And in my naivety I forgot that when God answers prayers like this, it’s not a quick fix; He leads us through the valley; He walks with us through the process. And it is definitely a process involving obedience on our part. He brought just the right circumstances to teach me exactly what I wanted to learn (and then maybe temporarily forgot that I wanted to learn during the process because it was so frustrating).

This isn’t the first time God’s teaching method was to keep me in a constant state of not knowing. And not only not knowing, but also not knowing how long I won’t know. That was the part that bothered me the most. If that makes any sense. It’s kind of comical. There came a point when I realized I’m helpless; that there’s not a single thing I can do except WAIT on the Lord to reveal what He wants when He wants. And I realize I’m being pretty vague here, but the details around all of this don’t matter as much as the lesson itself, and that is the part I want to highlight. By the way, I think this theme of “the unknown” has been a reoccurring one in my posts. It’s just a constant theme in life in general, and always will be. It amazes me how creative God gets with it, too, because I feel like I’ve learned how He wants me to deal with and approach different aspects of an unknown future in so many ways. There’s always a different lesson and always something new to learn, but all of it ends up pointing back to the same command to not worry about the future.

Anyway, I prayed and prayed for specific answers that I thought would benefit me at this point in my life, but the only one I got was the very one I didn’t want: “not yet”. While I kept asking Him for the answers that I wanted, I also continued to ask that He would make Himself my greatest desire in the midst of it, and that’s exactly what He did.

It took me awhile to realize that in denying me one of the things I was asking for, He was also giving me the other: more of Him. He taught my heart to be content with Him as my answer.

He taught me to be obedient and to actually want to do what He was asking of me: to repeatedly give back to Him the desires of my heart, not knowing what will come of them.

He gave me the ability to make surrender a habit during this particular waiting season, something which I seriously doubted would ever be possible for me. And it wouldn’t have, had He not helped.

He let me taste the fruit of obedience as well because I found myself being strangely at peace with my circumstances, to the point where I was thinking “I should be upset right now.” And I would have been, but He was gracious.

Every time God teaches me something new I am reminded that 1) there still is (and always will be) much work to be done in my heart, and 2) that I serve a God who is worth giving everything to. That’s another thing He wants me to believe with my whole heart. I want to stop doubting. In my selfishness I so easily forget that He is worth literally everything I am and have. I’m nothing without Him, and I want to believe that. Even saying that right now I know it to be true in my head, but I’m honestly not sure if I believe it in my heart. If I did I feel like learning to surrender wouldn’t be such a difficult (and not to mention frequent) lesson! But God is gracious and relentless and patient. He continues to pursue me and teach me, even if He is teaching me the same thing over and over again.

On that note, here are the lyrics to one of my favorite songs ever by one of my favorite bands ever:

Shepherd of My Soul by Rivers & Robots

“Lord of the mountains and sea
You are treading a path set for me
God of the seasons and sky
You have always been holding my life

And Lord, You are the shepherd of my soul
So I lay down my plans, I give up my rights
And let You take control of this surrendered life

So I put my trust in the one
Who created the stars and the sun
You are eternally kind
Always faithful and endlessly wise

You comfort, You sustain
In shaking You remain
Unmoved and unafraid
Forever and always
You lead me by still waters
Lead me through the valleys
Lead me in Your wisdom
Shepherd of my soul

Through valleys of shadow and death I am not afraid
By my Father’s breath every star in the sky was made
And who can I fear when You’re standing right here by my side?
Always leading, protecting and guarding my left and my right

Father You make all things new
Great God of creation
Father You will always be my rock and salvation”