Wednesday, August 12, 2015

Broken Together

As I worked with my faculty mentor and my co-student mentor in preparation for the incoming freshmen that we'll be working with, we put together a vision for the upcoming eight weeks.  As I had scribbled down some notes in preparation the night before, I wrote that I wanted our group to be saturated by God and be broken together.  It was one of those late night thoughts that just kind of happened.  I hadn't really thought anything else of it until my faculty mentor said that it was kind of profound.

I was kind of confused until he explained.  He said that when a person is broken, the pieces seem to scatter.  Because of this, it is relatively uncommon to be broken together.

By being broken together we can break the notion that we all have to have everything together.  Churches are not museums, but rather they are hospitals for the broken.  I don't remember where I read that, but it struck me.  For so many years I thought I had to be perfect.  Good at 'church'.  Without flaws.  Always taking care of others.

But I've learned that I can take off the mask.  In trusted circles, or with close friends, I can share my struggles.  I can listen to who they are, the good and the bad.

We can be broken together.  And that's okay.

Thursday, June 25, 2015


Something that I have been thinking a lot about is vulnerability.  I am thinking about doing a blog series because I have had so much time spent thinking about it lately.

I was wondering what you all think about the idea, and if there are any pieces of vulnerability that you would like me to do some research into, and thinking?

I'd love to hear your thoughts, and I plan on sharing some of mine!

Tuesday, June 23, 2015


Your identity is who you are.

Sometimes people base identity on what you say about yourself, sometimes on what others say about you or labels that are attached to you because of things that have happened, people you hang out with, or your interests. 

We tend to find our identity in temporary things: families, friends, hobbies, likes, dislikes, possessions, successes, failures, appearance and many others. 

However, if we believe that Jesus died to provide forgiveness for our sins and we accept that as a free gift and want to live our lives for God, our identity should be found in the permanent things. In God, and the things he's promised. 

Knowing and believing our true identities can be so hard though! It's so much easier to believe the things that we're surrounded by. 

How can we know what our identity is? Read the Bible. Find out what God says about who you are. I've started making a list of verses that help me remember who I am in Christ. You can see it here-  

Which leads me into the next part. You can know every right answer, but how do you believe it? That's the hard part because it requires application and change. Some of our identity in Christ is there no matter what, like being loved and precious to God, but other parts we have to believe in order to fully reap the benefits. Like being forgiven. God forgives us, but until we're able to stop beating ourselves up and forgive us too. We have to accept that we're forgiven and move on. We have to get rid of the lies and most importantly, replace them with the truth. Read your Bible and find what God says about who you are, and when you feel the lies creeping in, read those verses to fight back against the lies. 

What exactly should we look like as someone that's in Christ? Proverbs 31 and 1 Peter 3:3-4 are good examples of what a Christian woman should look like from the outside. As God changes us on the inside, and the things we believe about ourselves change, our outside actions will change. Just be careful that you aren't only changing the outside though (Isaiah 57:12). That just leads to more problems in the end because what you're doing looks good, but you aren't actually changing. 

Just remember that God made you uniquely who you are. No one has the same identity as you and that's the way it should be!

Embrace what makes you you! 

Isaiah 41:13

Saturday, June 20, 2015

More Love Letters

If you ask me what I've been up to lately, I'll probably answer that I've been busy with work and homework, and then proceed to babble about an organization that I recently heard of.

The organization is More Love Letters and I couldn't possibly be more excited about being involved with an organization!

More Love Letters was started by Hannah Brencher in her search for God, an end to loneliness, and her purpose.  By leaving love letters around New York City, she started a journey that couldn't be reversed.  Hannah agreed to write a love letter to anyone asking her for one and she stuck to her promise- even when it multiplied.

Now there is an organization to make sure that the art of love letters doesn't die.  To send encouragement to those who are hurting.  And to remind us that we aren't the center of the universe.

I am PSYCHED to be starting a Campus Cursive branch at Grace College this fall and can't get enough of encouraging others to write love letters.

Hannah published a book earlier this year, and I can't stop reading it for long enough to write this post......  It's great!  One thing that Hannah mentions in her book is that we are the generation that hasn't known ourselves loved on a page.  We didn't grow up receiving love letters from our crushes and secret admirers, but rather we received texts or IMs or a Facebook message.

There is just something that seems so beautiful and special about receiving a piece of paper that has come alive because of someone's scrawling handwriting.  Because they took 15 minutes out of their day, you are now holding a piece of their love.

And so I want to challenge you to write a love letter.  Maybe send it to someone that you know that needs some love, maybe leave it for a stranger.  Just share your heart, and what encouraging things you would want to hear.

I'd be willing to bet that writing the letter will help you too.

Friday, June 19, 2015


For anyone who didn't know, I'm spending my summer as a custodial worker on my college campus. That gives me 40 hours of work for my hands, but maybe not so much for my mind.  While working, I have plenty of time for thinking, and this week I've decided that I want to break my unintentional writing hiatus.

My blog, journaling, letters, and writing poetry are all ways that I express myself, and even learn what I am feeling.  Because of how deeply writing is ingrained in me, it feels so natural to write.  I can't imagine not being able to pull out one of my favorite pens, smooth out a page of paper, and how I feel carry away my pen.

However, for the past couple of months I've felt like this quote fit perfectly.

"I wanted to write down
exactly what I felt
but somehow
the paper stayed empty

and I could not have
described it any better"

I think I'm ready to resume writing.  If I don't go back to writing, my thoughts may explode.

So if your heart desires to read some of my heart, check into this blog every so often.

My thoughts are swirling and my fingers are typing faster than I can keep up with them.