Four years. Four years filled with little sleep, fluctuating body weight due to emotional eating, twelve-hour days spent in the Allen Library, weekends spent studying instead of attending movie nights, times of prayer filled with inescapable tears, times of prayer filled with debatably justified anger, and times of prayer filled with unending joy. Four years … Continue reading The Unimaginable Closing Chapter.
I made this promise with myself and well, the world, that I would be spiritually and physically fit by twenty-two. You may want to read that first for context purposes. But here's the spoiler, I was incredibly physically fit by the time of my birthday. My lowest weight was an accurate measurement of the frightening … Continue reading Hidden misfortune, humbling catastrophe.
So why the quarter-life crisis at twenty-one? Haha, that's triggering. I hope none of this is not coming off as a quarter-life crisis. But maybe it is and I'm swimming in a pool of self-denial...I sure hope not. If there's anything this pandemic has taught me it's the ability to be flexible. That's convicting. God … Continue reading Spiritually and physically fit by twenty-two.
I thought long and hard about writing this. I've mentioned this before but I think the church as a whole idolizes romantic relationships too much and I did not want to be thrown into that category of couples. The love story of the Bible is not between Ruth and Boaz, Adam and Eve, Joseph and … Continue reading So, I’m engaged.