just love.

my thoughts on being more like Jesus

Growing up in church, I heard versions of the phrase ‘hate the sin, love the sinner’ far more often than anyone would really like.

I want to talk about that phrase today.

A few summers ago, I went to Uganda on a mission trip.

The main purpose of the trip was to serve as a vessel for God’s love, to share His relentless affection with the many homeless boys who, for most of their lives, had not received enough of it. Because I was there to love, I doled and doted each of those kids with infinite kindness and care; I shared freely every ounce of space within my heart. Continue reading

to the tired best friend

To the tired best friend,

I saw a blog post written to the “selfish best friend;” I didn’t make it through that entire post because, well, you know me, I got distracted by the episode of New Girl that was on.

But as I laughed at Schmidt and the lovable Nick Miller and the all around adorable, laughable antics of Jess and her crazy friends, something about that post stuck with me.

I am the selfish best friend.

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jagged metal key

a short story

The door clicked shut behind him. He took a deep breath as he ran his thumb over the cold, sharp edges of the key. He knew the gravity of what he was doing; he understood the significance of this decision. It weighed on him near the point of paralysis, even now, with his mind made up. He paused, leaning against the doorframe, and let his mind run through it all one last time.

They’d met on a Sunday; she talked animatedly amongst of group of friends. He stood on the outskirts of all the conversation, picking at the edges of his now empty paper coffee cup, wondering what he was doing there. The occasional friendly stranger interrupted his thoughts to welcome him to the church and get to know him. Classic church behavior he’d thought, and though he hated small talk, he’d openly shared with each of them some version of his life not quite the truth.

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bachelorette 11: week 1

A dull and boring title to offset the insane level of excitement within the words of this post.

Sweet baby Jesus, where do I even begin?

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In typical ABC, Bachelor fashion, the higher ups at my most favorite television networked forced fans to cancel two nights worth of plans all the find out who would even be this season’s bachelorette. That was brilliant and cruel on a million levels.

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love, an independent girl: a letter to a man

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Dear Love of My Life,

You don’t know me yet, but I can’t wait to meet you. I’ve talked about that before, and maybe I’ll talk about it again, but right now I wanna let you in on a few things.

The thing is, I see all these guys that I could be into, and they’re going after these girls that I am just nothing like. And at first, it makes me feel bad about myself, like there’s something wrong with me. It makes me feel like I should change myself to fit the stereotype of what the ideal girlfriend, and eventual wife, should be. Then I laugh. I’m 22 years old, and this is just the person that I am, I don’t see any signs of changing too drastically in my future. I’m an independent thinker; to change myself to be more like everyone else would be nearly impossible. I like who I am, and I know you will too, but I feel like it’s fair to at least warn you anyway.

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what about marriage?

If you follow the news, and you’re into social issues, then you’re probably aware that there’s recently been a great deal going on across the country regarding gay rights.

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If you don’t follow the news, or you’re unaware that a lot has been happening on the equality front, then don’t beat yourself up about it. It’s taken me 22 years to take any interest whatsoever into putting forth even the slightest effort to stay up to date with what’s going on in the world, and even now, I find it difficult to choose news articles and updates over Workaholics reruns or interviews with Jack Antonoff. Nonetheless, it has been happening. Big moves in the direction of equality.

I’ll catch you up.

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