Sometimes I hate my own heart's desires. I guess because of past experience. Whenever I've strongly desired something in the past, I've had to struggle with it for years and wrestle with the feeling that God doesn't see or care, and a million other lies about Him and about me, that swirl through my mind… Continue reading Anxiety & The Dark Side of Hope
And it's quite embarrassing now. In third grade, I worried about getting braces like all the other kids. All my friends were getting them. I didn't want to be left out. Me and my friends who didn't have them yet turned paperclips into "fake" braces. Every day I made sure to slide my little paperclip onto… Continue reading I Worried My Way Through My First 25 Years
I’m 25, I’m not always brave, but I might know a thing or two about doing hard things. Recently I walked through a tough situation that had me stressed for a week straight. It also had me in tears more than I would have liked. I won’t go in to the details of that situation,… Continue reading So You’re About to Quit – the Job, the Relationship, the Situation – but What if You Didn’t Run?
It's one of my biggest struggles. Fear. These days, I've been asking a question. To the Lord. How do you see fear? I want to see that way. Let me not give in to the temptation to look at worry and fear as okay because I'm a woman. Or okay because it's not murder or… Continue reading Fear, Faith, and Looking at God’s Track-Record
There's this sparrow. This sparrow with a scared heart. You can see the heart pounding almost out of its chest. Looking every which way, in every direction in fear. There's these hands. These hands that come and cup around the terrified little bird. They surround the bird's body. As the hands steady it, the bird's… Continue reading sparrows.
That weather outside...it makes me act strange. Or maybe I can't blame the weather. Maybe it's just really my heart. That cold, windy, drizzly chill, it just makes me want to run. And today that's what I did. Literally. I walked out the door of my friends' cozy house to be greeted by an ice-cold… Continue reading running, fighting, and a whisper