Patience and perseverance are not two of my strongest qualities. Unlike some of the Olympian greats, I prefer not to work hard, push through tough circumstances or wait extended periods of time to arrive at what I want. I prefer instant results with the least amount of work and discomfort possible. (Someone write this on an inspirational poster.) Max … Continue reading What God Does in the Discomfort
Five weeks ago, I wrote this letter on my lunch break with no intention of ever publishing it. It tells a story that isn't mine to tell. It was the day before her appointment. The appointment. The appointment that would tell my sweet friend if her baby still had a heartbeat. After multiple losses, deep heartache … Continue reading Your Heartbeat is My Favorite Sound: A letter to Sami’s baby
I don't particularly like the saying, "When God closes a door, He opens a window." As someone who has walked face-first into many of her own doors (both figuratively and literally), I find this line a little depressing. Because my doors have been really pretty. My doors have had some really awesome stuff behind them, just waiting … Continue reading When God Closes a Door, He Can Do More Than Open a Window.
A few weeks ago, I was eating lunch at my desk listening to the hit country song, "Die a Happy Man" on repeat because love music is my kryptonite and silence makes me uncomfortable. If you are not familiar with the song, please click here and enjoy the best 4 minutes of your life. Lunch that day … Continue reading Die a Happy Woman: When You’re Waiting For Something You Don’t Have Yet
I created the first timeline for my life in fourth grade for the Time Capsule project. I still remember the smell of old coffee that seeped from the can my mom let me use from the garage. It was serious business. I had my fourth grade classmates sign pieces of paper and put their LifeTouch … Continue reading Where I Should Be
If patience is something you are supposed to acquire with age and maturity, the train missed my stop (I probably got sick of waiting at the station and left before it arrived.) I got older, I matured, but I never became patient. On the way home from the grocery store recently, I ripped into a … Continue reading I don’t know how to wait