I live in a community. Literally, as in I share a kitchen and two bathrooms with six other people. Seven people, sharing space, food, and a shower that you have to light with a match. (That’s what “gas heated water” means in Guatemala).
Community has meant lots of different things to me over the years. Community has meant and summer cookouts and movie nights and Goodwill shopping. Community has meant church. Community has meant shared meals and $3 bottles of wine.
Last week in my little church in Guatemala, the lesson was from Romans chapter 12, and it reminded me of some thoughts on community I wrote a few years ago while I was living in Indiana. Continue reading
So, friends, I tried. Really, I did. I tried to start a tradition, and then life happened. I spent the summer catching planes and trains and buses and being a tourist and visiting family and dealing with unreliable wifi and moving to Guatemala. Etcetera. Somewhere in there, my weekly soundtrack got lost. So, I’m trying again. I’m really trying to be a more disciplined person. So on Wednesdays, I will be posting my Soundtrack of the Week posts. What do you think of that? Continue reading
I really hate it when people tell me I need to work on myself before pursuing a relationship with someone else.
Seriously, it’s probably one of my top ten pet peeves, next to guys who ask me out on Twitter. It always comes off as slightly condescending when another person assumes that because I’m single, I don’t possess some vaguely defined amount of self-knowledge and superior morality that every married person in the world must already have.
But even so, I am reminded nearly every day that a part of me is fundamentally broken. I don’t think this is a singleness problem, but a human problem. Continue reading
It’s funny how some stories don’t seem meaningful at the time, but in the silence you realize they need to be told.
Right before my 25th birthday, I got a retail job. A few months earlier I sat down at a table across from my principal and heard the dreaded words “We just don’t think you’re a good fit for us.” I also had two part-time teaching jobs, but they barely paid enough to cover my gas to get there. So, for about two weeks, I had a retail job. Continue reading
“What are you afraid of?” he said. “Don’t you trust that God has a plan?” I had this conversation with a pastor in the beginning of my junior year of college. I had spent the summer selling over-priced vegetable plants for minimum wage while my many of my friends had landed great internships, gone on exciting trips, or gotten engaged to the love of their life. The recession was in full swing, and I was terrified of what would happen when I was no longer living my life by a course catalog. God was at work in everyone else’s life, but was he going to take care of me? Continue reading