I graduated from college bright eyed and bushy tailed, talkative, sociable, ready to move across the country and make hordes of new interesting, talented, and hilarious friends. A year later I was heart-wrenchingly lonely. Busy, sure. But lonely too. That’s right, after a year of occasional coffee dates and brunches, all I had to show … Continue reading Everyone’s Lonely and Nobody Will Admit It.
If you know me, you know I love coffee. (And let the record stand that I loved coffee before loving coffee was cool. I started drinking coffee for a much nobler reason - I wanted to be exactly like my older sister in every way, shape, and form.) There are people who see coffee as an … Continue reading When Coffee is More Than Coffee.
((This post first appeared on The Gospel Economist.)) I'm a worrier. It’s not crippling. Worrying is more like a slight headache for me: constantly throbbing, but generally forgettable if I’m having enough fun. But it’s still there. Always there. In elementary school, I worried about my friends liking me. I wore hand-me-downs, didn’t have cable, … Continue reading When Hillsong Leaves You Dry-Eyed
I'm a reader. In fact, that's probably why I'm a writer. As a child, I would stay up late and wake up early to get lost in a story. I liked action and adventure, historical and modern, mystery and humor, but mostly I liked a kiss at the end. (I am utterly convinced that there … Continue reading My Favorite Things: Books for Fall
But really. We millennials have SO MANY FEELINGS. And we have SWARMED THE INTERNET over the past few days to tell you about them. It's your fault, real adults, for making us write so many essays in college. You've carefully crafted us into extraordinarily long-winded creatures with nowhere to go besides FACEBOOK DURING TIMES OF SOCIAL INJUSTICE. … Continue reading To the Confused and Helpless Post Nov. 8th..
I don't have extraordinarily fond memories of Cades Cove. Cades Cove is an area in the Smokey Mountains with camping and hiking and most notably an 11 mile "scenic loop." Sounds nice, right? I thought so too. I took my sister and brother-in-law there over my very first Tennessee Christmas break to show them the mountains, … Continue reading Abram’s Falls In Fallmost
People are messy. What a cute little sentiment, right? Right out of college, I wanted to love messy people. I wanted to dig into their lives and their stories and hold them through the difficulty and point them to Jesus in the hopelessness. I wanted to do this in the same way I wanted to … Continue reading Contemplating Messy People and If I Am a Horrible Person.