Sometimes I feel I’ve lost my voice. Sometimes I feel like I have nothing to say, no encouragement to give—like I’m in a stuck place and can’t free myself, let alone help someone else find their way. And I wonder why God has called me to this: to be a writer, encourager, empathizer, counselor. To be a counselor, you must be wise and strong and patient. I think I am these things, but then I watch my interactions with people around me, and I cringe. I am selectively selfless—kind to those I want to be kind to, nice to those who are nice to me.Read More
“WHY GOD? WHY?” I PRAYED.
What was wrong with my plans? I expected my life to follow this path. I expected to be in a different season of life right now. I expected [fill in the blank]. I was frustrated and hurt because things weren’t going my way, and I couldn’t understand what God was doing in my life.Read More
Last month I met up with a friend for a coffee date and a good catch up and of course, we talked about boys. The last time I saw Annie (almost a year ago), I had a pathetic crush that I was convinced was such a big deal. I was acting like an idiot around him. But now I can't even remember who I had a crush on or why I had even liked this boy. Since said crush, I haven't really liked a guy, and it's been wonderful. There was a stage when I thought I liked someone, but I'm realising I just liked the idea of a relationship, not actually him.Read More
It is no secret that our culture idolizes the American dream and puts all those who have attained it on a pedestal. As Christians, it can be difficult to live in a world where success is commonly measured by how much money you make, how influential you are, or how well known you are.Read More