Heartache

The formula to joy is not God and (blank) so much as God in (blank). True joy derives not from God and job, family, sex, friends, food, rest, driving, buying a home, reading a book, drinking coffee- but from God in these things… Every taste of beauty in this world, from the roar of waterfalls to the chatter of birds to the richness of true friendship to the ecstasy of sexual experience, is a drop from the ocean of divine beauty. Every pleasure is an arrow pointing back to him. Joy is from, and only finally in, God.

Heartache

Part One Heartache, broken, depressed, rock bottom, suffering, trials, weak, challenged, sorrowful, the valley…words often used to express that one’s life is frankly just hard and often times, more than hard. For now, I will use the term heartache. We have all known and shared in heartache—not one of us is alone in the struggle. …

Pray with Me

I pray that if/when the time comes when every single earthly thing is taken away from me, that I would still praise God and give thanks to Him for giving me the greatest gift. When our own personal Hurricane Harvey’s hit, I want us to run to Jesus and cling to the joy and hope found at the cross. Friends, as we continue to watch the devastation that is happening in Texas, I ask that you pray with me.

Miscarriage, Milestones, and the Freedom of Falling Apart

The sorority sister who died, the boyfriend who couldn’t decide, the interviews that tanked, the roommates that moved out married, the deployment that wrecked our honeymoon years, the months we thought we’d be pregnant but weren’t, and this most recent grief of pregnancy lost, these turned out to be the sweetest times of my life. The moments I never would have chosen for myself were the exact moments that Jesus leaned in and spoke loudest, “I choose you. You are mine. Stay with me.”

If You’re Anxious and You Know It, Raise Your Hand!

You know who the worst party pooper of all is? Anxiety. I need to confess right here on the internet that I’ve said ‘no’ to and cancelled so many dinners and coffees over the past several months because I was ‘sick’ aka anxious. Potential relationships ruined, mentoring opportunities missed out on, precious time with friends gone....Don’t let anxiety get you alone in a dark alley of your mind and beat you up....Darkness loses its power when it’s brought into the light. Shine a spotlight on it, and let’s all get a little more free.

Back to School

It’s hard to prioritize when you are a full-time student, friend, daughter, girlfriend/fiancé/wife, worker, intern, etc. There are countless opportunities wanting your attention and wanting your time, but you must decide what will be the most important. Jesus exceeds our expectations, provides for our needs, and fulfills our desires. Christ alone can provide the satisfaction and joy we so desperately seek.

Silver Linings

“Life is not a straight line leading from one blessing to the next and then finally to heaven. Life is a winding and troubled road. Switchback after switchback. And the point of biblical stories like Joseph and Job and Esther and Ruth is to help us feel in our bones (and not just know in our heads) that God is for us in all these strange turns. God is not just showing up after the trouble and cleaning it up. He is plotting the course and managing the troubles with far-reaching purposes for our good and the glory of Jesus Christ.” John Piper

Coast to Coast to Coast

Finding Jesus in every city. Within the past year I have moved six times. SIX times! Now, some of those were just moving home from college, back to college... etc. But three of them have been completely new, different, crazy cities. If you know me you'd know that I'm extroverted and love to be around …

Exercising Unto the Lord

It has been a long time coming since I could stand and say that I have a healthy relationship with my body. Anyone who has grown up with me could be the first to tell you that my priority of dieting and exercising has drastically changed in the past 4 years. A lot of that …

Motherhood, Design, & New Life

I extend endless effort to feel self-sufficient but the truth is that I am the same as my helpless babe wedged in the corner of her crib. If it weren’t for my God putting breath into my lungs every morning or pumping blood through my heart I could not live. We like to pretend as if we weren’t, but the truth is we are all just as fragile as newborns. It is beautiful to think that God designed motherhood in such a way that it parallels His love and devotion to us. It provides such relief to know that as I fumble my way through this new journey, there is a God I can trust for the satisfaction of my soul and the soul of my daughter.