Thank You.

There is a reason for the period at the end of just two words: I decided that’s where I stop. It’s where I stop letting every other exhale be another doubt-stricken question, plea, and/or expression of frustration. Not because I don’t think God can handle it, but because I can’t anymore. And because, in the […]

inked.

“For I am the Lord your God who takes hold of your right hand and says to you, ‘Do not fear; I will help you.’” Isaiah 41:13 I kind of thought (or wished) that fear would be a phase for me, but I was wrong. Sure, I naturally grew out of (some of) the things […]

This I know.

I’ve been hung up on the reality of God’s goodness for quite some time now. Which, if you read my last post, you already know. I’m going to repeat myself a little. I’ve been all hung up because I just can’t grasp it, and that has been terrifying, frustrating, and humbling. In the past few […]

Sierra Leone, 2017

I think not having enough words or the right words is one of the worst feelings. For someone like me who values verbal and/or written communication in so many contexts, it’s frustrating when I’m the one who doesn’t know how to do that well. Regardless, I am going to make my very best attempt to […]

>> step in >>

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]