on prayer

Prayer should be called “hugs from dad.” A space of complete comfort, complete wholeness. While some of us don’t have the best memories of our earthly Dad’s, those fatherly missteps are redeemed in the time spent with our ABBA, the one who made each part of us, and who wouldn’t change a thing.

Be Loved, Beloved

For as long back as I can remember, if you asked me, “Who are you?”, I would answer back with a response fitting with the life I was currently living at that time, but always the thing that portrayed me in the best light. The earliest I can think back to this was in middle school- who I was was consistently defined by my accomplishments and positive attributes of the time.

the natural pattern of God’s favor

There’s something beautiful about the Way God communicates. He’s active and responsive, not passive and stagnant, and that’s just one of the things that I love about Him. He’s just as invested in my life on this earth as I am, and rather than making it seem like life is the prerequisite to eternity, He asks us to live into this life as a vessel for eternity to invade earth, and to invite even more to the party.

Called to Respond

One of the greatest misconceptions about Christianity, as a whole, is that we live in a world of regime and discipline, not allowed to make and create our own decisions. And for a large part, I can see why- conversations with God at the center of them in the public eye routinely make it seem like we are under a dictatorship, rather than active in a relationship. 

Letter to 24, from 23

I sit on the eve of meeting you, and I’m at a loss for words. Speechless to the growth and knowledge and pain and triumph that has happened leading up to you. There is not enough time in the world to explain to you all that has happened this past year- but maybe there is to tell you a bit of what I’ve learned.