A Loved 2020
Somewhere along the hardened road of life, our blissful joy has aged. As children, we ran to mom and dad, pleading for attention or a hug or a funny joke. Then, we grew into a state of self-consciousness. We wondered, “Am I too needy?”
Like a Tropical January Day
This time last year, I was beginning to accept the reality that my former roommate and I had likely made a big mistake in signing our apartment contract. The apartment itself was lovely, but the management was terrible. Case in point: We were told that our utilities were paid for by the company. So I,…
An Intimate 2019
The most profound level of intimacy we can gain in this life is intimacy with the Father. This intimacy supersedes that of all other relationships; it fills us like nothing and no one can.
I’ve always thought I’m pretty good at “dwelling.” After all, I dwell a lot. I dwell on mistakes–like that time I locked my keys in the car while it was running–and lost time and chances I passed by. And like many high-strung individuals, I dwell on every single stupid thing I’ve said, rehashing conversations in…
One Year Later: Learning to Struggle Well
Just like Jacob in Genesis 32, I’m grabbing hold of the Lord and discovering the depth of His grace and mercy for me. Every time I wander, sin, slip, fall, or soar: I grow more aware of where He is and take a firmer grip on who He is to me.
A letter from 18-year-old me
When you’re deep in an eating disorder, everything in a little fuzzy. So I’m going to blame anorexia for the fact that I didn’t remember my freshman year letter. I’m kidding. But not really, because up until today: I didn’t think I’d written a letter at all. According to the email I received, every Butler…