not finished yet

everything smells like campfire. and that feels just the way it should be. sitting under the stars that stretch beyond your view. sunsets that saturate. camp songs. cheers echoing across the hills. cinnamon rolls on saturday morning. inner tubes on the lazy river. worship shaking the dining hall. the creak of the lodge deck swings….

fearless I walk the trackless sea

Things never go quite the way we anticipate. If there’s anything 2017 should have left my heart with an awareness of, it’s this reality. Yet here I find myself, a month or so into the year, reeling from the sway of emotions and events that collide to upset all balance. It’s been a strange start…

when your heart is afraid of bad news

  You always remember the dates. January 18th 2017. “The day my world changed but God did not.”  I remember the events of that night in fragments, the fragility of life and beauty of a hope beyond our own colliding. It was Wednesday night of the second week in to the semester, and I was…

when a thrill of hope isn’t what you feel

it was a Sunday morning and settled into the folding chair I let the twinkle lights above illuminate the Bible pages. exhausted from the endings and weary from the year, getting to this place was a struggle for my end of the semester tired self. the first snowfall was fresh on the trees, coating the…

with no anxious fear

what does it mean to trust and wait with no anxious fear? this is the simple yet complicated question that swirls around your rhythm of life. it began as a simple lyric tucked into a song repetitively used to flood your mind when all else hits levels of insanity that tear you apart. but this…

rooted + grounded

It’s senior year. The world surrounding me is changing. Everyday unveils a new set of scenes, changes arranging in grand to small details, ever intensifying. Home is no longer the brick walls with the courtyard gate, where the late night talks on green couches brought out tears, laughter, the deep held stories + fears +…