It’s funny how often we as humans enclose God within a little capsule of impossibility. Even without knowing it, we are constantly making assumptions about God. We look at a person, situation,
I took a drive the night 2020 ended. I had taken several drives before this. When the world went quiet--or at least quarantined, since many of us did not go gentle into that
Check-in day at BJU dawned cloudy with a chance of tears—for me anyway. I pushed the door open to leave the girls’ dorm and blinked at daylight like a groundhog coming out
In 2018, my dad, mom, brother, and I moved from the United States to France. It was a hard transition. I had made other transcontinental moves before, but France…was different. It was
You can’t finish something you never start. Shocking, I know. Procrastination isn’t just something we do with homework. Instead, it haunts every area of our lives. Conversations can happen tomorrow. Coffee
“I volunteer because it’s so fulfilling! It feels so good!” “Working with kids makes me feel so full—like I’m fulfilling my purpose.” In response to questions of motive, how often
You wake up. You look straight ahead. You see a gate with lumps of pearls like grapes clustered on a stem. You suddenly feel light and run towards the gate. From a distance,
Food. Good food. Very good food. I could smell the aroma wafting down the carpeted stairway. The smell grew stronger as I followed my nose down the hallway like a hound dog on
“I’m not good at remembering names, so I’ll go ahead and apologize in advance. But it’s nice to meet you.” How many times have you heard this phrase? You walk
I noticed the turquoise streak in her hair first, a streak of blue falling through blond hair like inverted lightning. She wore a choker made out of hemp. Silver rings cluttered her fingers—
“Coming, Hannah?” A friend poked her head into the bunkhouse, letting yellow light spill through the door and into the night. I stuffed a few extra snacks into my backpack and pulled my
Willpower. Sometimes that means thriving, and sometimes that means dying. Okay. Not dying. But giving it every last ounce of coffee energy you have. While I was growing up, playing sports was energy,
It’s Friday, and you’re tired. Not just tired—you’re exhausted. You walk into your 9 a.m. “Just four more classes, and I’m done,” you whisper to yourself. You
My boots scuffed the red dirt road lightly as I walked, armed with a water bottle, a book, and a mission. Allured by a rumor of fresh berries, I had decided to exchange
What do Barack Obama, the late Kobe Bryant, and Viggo Mortenson (a.k.a. Aragorn, from The Lord of the Rings series) all have in common? All three of them are what we
How do I survive transitions? Being sent home from school to my family, injuring my knee and having to rest for weeks, and finishing school online. One word: goals. Not really a specific
All of us are on a quest. We might not think of our lives as quests, but they are. A quest is defined as a search for something. People spend their lives searching
My title word is one of my favorites. I don’t often share testimonies because, really, what struggles have I had that could really be compared objectively to the crushing weights and pains
Daddy's little helper on the roof? Well, yeah. Ever since I was seven years old, I didn't have any brothers around the house. I was It. I helped Daddy build the fence, mow