This week, I am participating in the #Fireworkpeople blog tour.
We all want to have a voice. We want people to listen to what we have to say and tell us our words are important. As a result, we have a celebrity-obsessed culture that judges your value based on how many people listen. No matter what you are actually saying, if you have millions of twitter followers, you must be important. Continue reading
Some days remind me of this quote from my favorite movie.
Or have you ever, like, seen somebody? And you knew that, if only that person really knew you, they would, well, they would of course dump the perfect model that they were with, and realize that you were the one that they wanted to, just, grow old with.
When Sandra Bullock’s character in While You Were Sleeping falls in love with a man she doesn’t even know, she wishes more than anything just to be seen. Not just glanced at, but really seen. Because there’s a difference after all between being seen and being seen. Continue reading
Today, I was asked to give the message at my church here in Xela. It comes from the lectionary text for this week, Matthew 21:33-44.
Sometimes, I like to imagine there will be one defining moment in my life. There will be a single moment when my life is completely transformed, and everything from that point forward is better than it was before. I think we all want this. We all want to have a before and an after. For example, “before I met the love of my life, my days were sad and depressing.” “After I met my the perfect person, every single moment is like living a dream.” This might happen in movies, but it isn’t reality. Continue reading
Hi, I’m Becca, and I’ve had ten jobs in five years.
From teaching to church ministry to floral arranging to sports retail—I’ve done it all. I spent a semester as an art student. I’ve moved six times, most recently to Central America. Clearly, I am not one to give career advice. In fact, I could probably write a book about how not to succeed in life. Continue reading
This week, I’ve been exploring prayer. Not because I’m an expert, but because I too often find myself asking “What’s the point?” 99% of the time, I’m asking for all the wrong things. I don’t understand why anything I could ask would make any difference at all.
I don’t have it all figured out, but I can tell you that the times I have felt most at peace have been the times when I haven’t used any words at all. I think that sometimes I forget that an important part of any conversation–even with the creator of the universe–is listening. 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