#WVW (Thursday, 3am edition)

In my pride, it becomes so, so, so easy to push people away when I come face to face with my brokenness. It’s easy to withdraw, easy to hide, easy to put up the walls. Perhaps it’s part of the growing pains of becoming an adult – as my circle becomes smaller, as I become more independent, as I spend more time thinking and less time socializing, it’s easy to close myself off and tell myself I can and should handle things myself. People don’t need to know. They have their own things to worry about and their own burdens to carry. And in some ways, I think it’s a natural progression. As we grow older, we have more things to take care of in our personal spheres and we spend more time actually taking care of them than sharing them with our friends.

But my pride brings me to a place where I close the doors and don’t want to come out until I have things under control, have things figured out. I’ve been here before. Is it because I don’t want to burden people? Maybe. But I think it’s mostly because I don’t want to show my weakness. And if I have to show it, I better at least know how to fix it or have already “fixed” it. The completely unattainable standard of perfection that I set for myself looms somewhere in the background, even though I know I’ll never reach it and I know that I do not have to reach it. 

But I’ve also been in the place where I invite people in to my brokenness – vulnerable, messy, without answers. But somewhere in the midst of “growing up”, pride has taken over and said that that place wasn’t necessary. People don’t need to see the broken, ugly, vulnerable, messy, far-below-perfect parts of me. People don’t need to see the process, just the end when I’m able to neatly sum up what I’ve learned. I can’t fall short of expectations. I don’t want people to think less of me.

But oh, there is one that comes uninvited and sees all. There is one who understands my brokenness and frailty much more deeply than I do, and there is no hiding from him. And he says that I need to think less of me – think of myself less, that is, and to instead think of him. And to not only think of him, but to look for him, to fix my eyes on him, and to never look away. Because every beat of my rebellious heart has been covered by his grace and every shortcoming I’ll ever have is met with his sufficiency. His power is made perfect in my many, many weaknesses. So may these weaknesses point me to Christ, the redeemer of all things, who is able to somehow use unworthy things to bring glory to himself. He is able to use the ugliness to point to his beauty. But in order for him to do that, I must let him. I must be willing to show and to tell, but most of all to surrender.


So, clearly, #WordVomitWednesday isn’t what it used to be. It was fun while it lasted, and I’m so thankful for all of my friends who constantly encouraged me to write. But who knows, sometimes you will get random Vomits in times such as these. Enjoy. 🙂

Unity in the Body of…Politics?

It’s no question that this Presidential campaign season has been a rough one. Tensions are high, anxiety is rising, and it’s been hard to watch everything unfold. I’ve been uneasy as I’ve felt the nation’s frustration and fear grow..but more than that, my heart has been heavy as I’ve seen division and bigotry within the Church. The body of Christ. Children of God. Hands and feet of Jesus.

I’ve seen brothers and sisters in Christ get into heated and less-than-gracious arguments with each other via Facebook in the form of fiery comments and politically-loaded posts and shares. I’ve seen name calling and insults replace words good for building up (Ephesians 4:29), and condescension and condemnation instead of speaking the truth in love (Ephesians 4:15). And honestly, my silence is no better.

I’m glad that Christians are engaged in politics. I’m glad that Christians care about this nation and who leads it. But I fear that our focus is blurry and our agenda is skewed. I fear that the enemy will use this election to break down our witness by creating a rift between us, by distracting us, by puffing us up with pride and compromising unity in the body of Christ for being “right”. Continue reading “Unity in the Body of…Politics?”

#WVW 41 // Anxiety

anxiety: a feeling of worry, nervousness, or unease, typically about an imminent event or something with an uncertain outcome.

Anxiety – a word I try not to throw around lightly because I know it is often referring to anxiety disorders..something I do not have and cannot pretend I know anything about experientially.  But the feeling of anxiety is something that is often present in my life. I attribute this to my need for control (which you can read about in my last #WVW….3 months ago…) Continue reading “#WVW 41 // Anxiety”

#WVW 40 // Control

I have a love-hate relationship with the idea of control, perhaps many of us do. I don’t ever wish for my life or a situation to be out of control, and I strive for that safe stability of things being ‘under control’. I like to feel like I’m in control, but don’t like it when people are controlling. I dream about living a life characterized by freedom – from expectations, from fear of failure, from opinions of others, and yet by remaining bound to those things I find this false peace that comes from the calculated risks and overthinking. I hate the things I can’t control, and they make me so uncomfortable that I try to control them anyway.  Continue reading “#WVW 40 // Control”

#WVW 39 // Nostalgia

I don’t know about you, but I’m the type of person who loves to go back through old pictures of me and my friends. And I will admit, it doesn’t just stop at pictures. It can be Facebook posts, tweets, YouTube videos, blog posts…honestly, I could do it for hours. That’s kind of embarrassing..? But, it’s even more fun with friends (good save, Taylor) when we get to reminisce on old times and long for the simpler days, while simultaneously laughing at how silly and immature we were.  Continue reading “#WVW 39 // Nostalgia”

#WVW 37 // Adventure

Oh, adventure. Ever so glamorized, highly idolized, and passionately sought after. We all love the feeling of adrenaline rushing through us and the feelings of happiness afterwards.

Some people would probably say that I’m an adventurous person, but I don’t think I’m all that daring. I’ve lived and traveled in different countries, I’ve done things and sought opportunities I didn’t think I would, but I’m honestly not much of a risk taker. I like my safety and comfort. I like trying new things…but only to a certain extent. Adventure usually involves a little bit of danger, and if you know me you’ll know that I do not run head first into danger. I’m always that overly concerned ‘parent’ friend standing far away in the corner saying, “guys, maybe we shouldn’t……” (I have definitely had people use “goody-two-shoes” with intent to hurt me, but..hey, they ain’t wrong.) Continue reading “#WVW 37 // Adventure”

#WVW 36 // Destiny

Destiny is said to be the events that will necessarily happen to a particular person or thing in the future. We say people are “destined” for greatness, that your “destiny” awaits, and when things (usually favorable) happen even when it seems it shouldn’t, we call it fate.

“Destiny”, and “fate” are two ideas that have been a bit tricky for me. At times, it is confusing to try to reconcile our freewill with an omniscient and sovereign God who “saw my unformed substance; in [His] book were written, every one of them, the days that were formed for me” (Psalm 139:16). God has numbered my days, but what about what happens during those days? I believe that God knows and is never surprised, but how much do the decisions I make actually matter? Do my decisions and actions change things, or am I headed for a single “destiny” that is unchanging? If my individual decisions didn’t matter so much, boy, my life would be a lot easier – we all know how indecisive I am. Continue reading “#WVW 36 // Destiny”

#WVW 35 // Sensitivity

I’ve always been a sensitive person. There have been many times in my life when I wished this wasn’t the case, because being “sensitive” is often seen as a negative. Today, during one of my endless scrolls through Facebook, I came across an article on emotional intelligence which suggested that people with a high emotional intelligence aren’t easily offended; they have thick skin because they know who they are.

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#WVW 35 // Feeling alive.

A question I have wrestled with all throughout this past year.

What makes you feel alive?

I graduated from college almost exactly a year ago. Can we just take a moment. Time flies. I guess time flies even when you feel lost, when you feel like you’re wandering, and when you just feel like you’re kind of floating through life. That’s been me a lot of days this past year. And over this past year, in the many very dramatic moments I felt “dead”, I’ve reflected a lot on what it is that gets me going, what makes my heart beat and my eyes light up, what makes me feel alive. If I can just find that thing, then I can find a career path to match, and I can finally feel alive! 

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