I will not squander Joy

Eucharisteo;

Char=Joy….Holy Joy.

Charis=Grace

Eucharisteo=thanksgiving

grace, thanksgiving, joy—–Eucharisteo

-Ann Voskamp


  • Music in a café
  • Familiar faces
  • Apple blackberry muffin
  • To go cups from Scout
  • Dry knuckles
  • Water
  • The book called ‘The Great Divorce’
  • Conversations about creating
  • Barrio Bakery
  • Chubby Muffin
  • Scout & Co
  • Photographs on the wall
  • Running up hills
  • Good-smelling sheets
  • Eating nasty tea leaves in a hipster food called “muesli”
  • CD’s
  • A risen Jesus in Burlington, VT
  • Snow
  • Imagining heaven’s song
  • S. Lewis
  • The present
  • Gentle baristas
  • Drives on route 7
  • Frozen ponds to skate on
  • Sun
  • Stratton Mountain
  • Wedding showers
  • Teachers who give you a “free pass” because of concussions
  • Eating a colorful lunch
  • Una clase de español con siete personas
  • Laughter
  • Coulter’s obedience
  • Sunny runs with a friend
  • Packed snow
  • Starbucks oatmeal and greek yogurt
  • Yellow caution tape
  • Shingles and starfish
  • Dead geese
  • Cold walks
  • Golden retrievers
  • Finding a heart shaped rock
  • Lost credit cards
  • Jumping on squishy seaweed
  • The ocean
  • Fur coats
  • Extra french fries
  • Walking to closed coffee shops
  • YL meetings
  • Making moves
  • Chinese toothpaste
  • Hershey kisses
  • Redeemer
  • Coffee
  • Starting cars
  • Malibu summer staff
  • Muddy waters
  • WAITING
  • Toyota Avalon
  • Alumni Hall
  • Bear claw slippers
  • Honesty
  • Trader Joe’s chicken curry
  • Ice cream bars
  • Somoa girl scout cookies
  • Comfort
  • Options
  • Clothes
  • Curiosity
  • Packing
  • Sodexho employees’ stories
  • The smooth slice of a beet
  • Significant and non-significant results of a t-test
  • Different ideas
  • A teacher’s patience
  • Finding a plug in the wall
  • Salads with good stuff
  • A teacher’s trip to Colombia
  • Store manager’s patience and kind response
  • Not showering
  • Breakfast eggs with love
  • Short hair
  • Seeing them live for His glory
  • Ballads and surveys
  • Clarifications
  • Courage to speak
  • Family group texts
  • Foreign languages
  • Heat
  • Police pull-overs
  • Planes in blue skies
  • Growing pains
  • Josh Garrels on the Barrio Bakery’s playlist
  • Rayban sunglasses
  • A call in the middle of a prayer
  • Processing
  • Having transportation via car, not a bike
  • Eating hummingbird cake for breakfast
  • Coulter’s weird howl
  • Intentionality with Ann Voskamp
  • A good, onion-filled lunch
  • Ben and Jerry’s with the YL team
  • Praying for BHS One Acts
  • “Child of God with optimistic goggles”
  • Chinese Happy New Years
  • “Here’s to now”
  • Jobs at ECHO
  • A firm handshake
  • An enthusiastic international student and friend
  • Mom praying to God to “take her worry away”
  • Texts that read “How’d it go?”
  • Noye’s Auto repair shop; helping fix my mess
  • Chaney’s hugs
  • Sister applying to jobs in Maine
  • Explanations on how windshield wiper fluid works
  • Cold coffee that smells like sweat
  • Pizza put night out
  • Country music that reminds me of home; mom and friends
  • Warmth
  • CCTA picking up my lazy ass to bring me back home
  • Lake Champlain; frozen but full of many humans
  • Nature’s invitation to play
  • A couple kissing
  • 2 women and a little boy taking pictures
  • A couple and 3 dogs
  • A solo man who fell but GOT BACK UP
  • 22 degree weather and sun
  • Sound of dripping coffee
  • Mom and 2 kids in snowball fight
  • An I love you text from mom
  • A friend and co-worker’s invitation to a Navigator’s event
  • Surgeries that go well
  • A teacher’s passion for their subject
  • The white sweater I finally decide to wear after 4 years
  • New Moon
  • Time
  • “I don’t need more of ____. I need more of Jesus. His clarity, His eyes, His heart, His spirit”.
  • Ash Wednesday
  • Warm showers
  • Golden leaf earrings
  • Pimples that stop bleeding
  • Getting dirty stares for being in the wrong egg line
  • Bitter coffee that is still coffee
  • America’s security; not being persecuted by the state for being a Christian
  • “Lent is a pause button” to remember our sin and humanity
  • A discussion about U.N. peacekeeping
  • An analogy of a father entering the fight of two brothers; that’s the Father sending Jesus to plead our cause and right our wrongs
  • Sun and 16 degree weather
  • Mom’s obsession with Jimmy Fallon; ben and jerry’s “tonight dough”
  • Hope
  • The Loescher household
  • Compliments on eyeballs
  • Empty quad study rooms on the third floor
  • Seeing a friend in the bathroom
  • BHS boys bball win
  • Recognizing students at the BHS boys basketball game
  • Kit-Kats and peanut M&M’s for $1
  • Consistency
  • Cumby’s ATM $2.25 transaction fee instead of $3
  • Jesus
  • Life
  • Seeing a high schooler wear an SMC basketball shirt
  • Parking spot in Ryan lot
  • CT license plate
  • Willingness of a friend to stay in cafeteria later to eat & be with me
  • Honesty about transferring schools
  • “Have you talked to Steph about living in the suite yet? Have a good dinner” –an international student
  • Adventure of new places and new faces
  • Being invited to God’s kingdom is way better than an invitation to the Grammy’s
  • Sunken free-throws
  • Colorful Nike bball shoes
  • Wooden courts
  • Bearded camera man
  • A grandma’s sensitive ears to the final buzzer
  • “We don’t want suspense. We want a victory!”
  • “How are you, really” event & “Laugh More” t-shirts
  • The lasting effects of the cross
  • Small comforts
  • A saint-like Aunt
  • Student in a student center
  • PB and soft bread and small banana
  • Humility that vanishes at the sound of the very word itself
  • Edamame
  • Mindfulness
  • A gentle response to broken ski poles
  • Positive Instagram pictures
  • The 30 minutes before a test
  • Unfinished coffee
  • Not knowing what “Nicolle Hall” is on campus
  • Fairtrade
  • Access to food
  • Breath
  • Eyes
  • Brain
  • Pruning the heart
  • Planes
  • Mountains peeking through bare trees
  • Text with mom
  • E-mails with a teacher
  • Fresh water
  • Stillness
  • This “joy-ride”
  • Smelly Alliot clothes
  • Child-like heart in an aging body
  • Deep, dark poetry
  • Honesty in Alliot; two boys encouraging one another on their poems
  • Tomatoes and cucumbers on wheat bagel
  • Jessica in UVM admissions who’s the Chicago area representative
  • Hawaiian lays hanging on the receptionist’s neck
  • Future-planning
  • Study abroad opportunities
  • “Welcome to NVHS, home of the Wildcats”
  • High school talk
  • “Do not be ashamed, for I have taken it from you. Remember?”
  • Silverware…Bon Chef stainless steel knife
  • An abundance of books!
  • Bronchitis
  • A past co-worker spotting
  • A friend’s birthday
  • Energy to workout
  • A quiet roommate in the morning
  • The last drops of Eufora leave-in conditioner and Sense face cleanser
  • “Hi” –ex friend
  • Jeans that fit
  • Vacuuming in hallway
  • Calls from Nigeria for a friend’s birthday
  • E-mail from RD
  • Whimsical lives on Instagram
  • Good smelling hair
  • Sun
  • Supplements
  • Seeing a good marriage
  • Lays chips and coca-cola
  • Life decisions
  • “crunching numbers”
  • Granola & bananas
  • Cappuccinos
  • Feeling “full” and rested in Jesus’ arms
  • Finding joy in things that look joy-less
  • Not being on the same page as people
  • Apples
  • Feeling cold
  • Overhearing a teacher talk of University of Dayton
  • The start of a friend’s list of one thousand gifts
  • Voice it, then revise it
  • Table of lax-ers
  • Hudson videos
  • Skinny dipping and fireworks
  • 50$ SMC gift cards
  • Hearing about testimony-tellings on a Friday night
  • Email from Cashman RD
  • Walks
  • Nowhere to be
  • Waiting on responses
  • Crunching sound of chips
  • Movies on laptops
  • “It looks like it’s going to work”
  • Rosemary recognizes sisters from Kinney Drug Store
  • Isn’t joy worth the effort to trust? Trust is everything
  • Movies in class
  • Coffee
  • PB + honey + granola toast
  • She Reads Truth
  • Sharing belongings between friends
  • Being free of radiation effects of Hiroshima and Nagasaki
  • Ellen videos with president-crazed little girls
  • A thank-you email
  • Dozens of alarms in the morning
  • Movies that show summer scenes
  • Peace like a river
  • Window washer fluid
  • A car ride to Stratton
  • Shielded by God’s power
  • Conversations and time with cousins
  • Financial burdens
  • UVM applications
  • FAFSA
  • Studying for Research Methods
  • Invisible threads of grace; the joy of human connection
  • Beaten up, old car
  • A student’s courage to speak their mind in class
  • A phone call delivering encouraging news
  • An email from BHS head girls lax coach
  • A gift of a UVM t-shirt
  • Terranium gifts
  • Visitors at church
  • BHS student at Pho-Dang restaurant
  • Judah @ Nepalese market
  • “God’s not dead”
  • Comfort while on the ledge of uncomfortableness
  • “Tomorrow will be better” written on the back of a desk
  • Passing up opportunities; just say no
  • A waiting friend on a purple couch
  • A hangnail feeling better; I can wash my hair
  • seeing her in Alliot
  • “see ya on the flip side” in passing
  • An invitation to sit & eat
  • Leaving Alliot without a piece of fruit
  • A caring look from a friend
  • Nalgene’s and tea
  • To-go mugs
  • Shivering
  • Two subletters in the spring
  • Purple lips

“Jesus then took the loaves, gave thanks, and distributed to those who were seated as much as they wanted” John 6:11


A little reflection action for fall 2014

Active and rest don’t end up in the same sentence very often. They’re actually complete opposites of each other. So, it just makes sense that it’s incredibly difficult to get a person (cough cough… me) who never stops moving to stop, rest, and reflect. Frankly, I could come up with a million and one excuses as to why I can’t and don’t do just that. It’s hard for restless people and restful people alike to stop and look behind you on the good and not so good of the season, semester, or year behind you. But, as the semester was coming to a close, it was obvious that I needed to slow down my bounding steps to reflect.

Getting to the point, this semester looked and felt extremely different from the outside before even entering it. I decided to not play lacrosse at school this year. No longer would my exercise, meal schedule, or weekends be planned around the sport and the team. To put it briefly, to not go into the school year with the sport that had been a constant in my life since the seventh grade felt uncomfortable. And it was exactly that and a little more…

I applied for a job at New Moon café in the fall, which was a decision solely based on the first few weeks of classes where free time was a thing (also I had been overhearing conversations about the horrors of paying off student loans later in life. I put two and two together and the answer was ‘get a job’). During the first couple weeks of being employed I was being trained to make food, clean the restaurant, and learn how to smile and respond with, “doin’ well, thanks” what felt like 300 times a day. My co-workers, especially the ones who were training me, displayed incredible amounts of grace and patience as I would screw up orders, ask obvious questions over and over, and take an hour plus to do things that should only take 30 minutes. I learned what truly nourishing your body throughout the day means and how to manage my time. I learned that asking for help is just downright crucial and that there is no better way of learning how to keep up during the lunch rush than to be directly thrown into the chaos; all hands on deck can do miraculous things.

I have heard a little bit about 150 Cherry Street’s (the address of New Moon) story since working there. The mission behind the café started with a small group of believers who wanted to serve the city, particularly the homeless community. It has since evolved into much, much more. Now, the place also serves ministries all over the city by being a resource and space to collaborate, pray (in a prayer room in the basement), and serve in a plethora of different ways.

It blows me away that by working behind the line at the café I am able to be a piece of the story. Amongst other things, it’s God’s way of telling me that there are more believers in Burlington than my puny mind had once been convinced of and that His will is being done.

Younglife in the Chittendon County area has gotten its feet off the ground exponentially. The Loescher home has been a place of serious value when it comes to serving us leaders & staff to 1. Break bread together 2. Get in the Word 3. Pray. Also a lot of laughter came out of watching little Johnny run in and out of the living room during our training with Glenn. In September we attended leadership weekend at Saranac Village, NY and saw what the YL ministry looks like in the greater Northeast region and heard about obstacles we have to look forward to. We’ve been able to divide and conquer as a team, equipped with very different but special gifts. Since we all belong to various churches in the area, opportunities have presented themselves to inform many people about the heart of Younglife, extending the invitation to participate with us in entering lives of teenagers at Burlington High. We are planning to step foot in the high school for the first time in January to start contact work. We have a space reserved at Saranac Village the week of July 5th-11th for kids to go to camp.

The community of RUF at UVM has been a lifeline in helping to soften the blow of weird transitions all over the place. John and Megan have hosted weekly bible studies both in the comfort of their home and on UVM’s campus, thrown holiday parties that include sweet pumpkin carving and gingerbread house making competitions, and have served delicious food to serve students and neighbors at student dinners. They’ve taken students on hikes and bike rides along Lake Champlain. The ministry is growing in numbers and it’s been humbling to take part in the fun and see the fruits of their labor.

The groups above have labels attached to them. But woven within these “groups” of varying communities are friends who have taught me so much about myself and the world that we are living in. I have a friend who asks me the hard questions that whisper, “what do you want, Ali? Really…”, yet listens to my own thoughts. She rejoices with me when rejoicing is necessary. We talk about the future and goals we both have while going on runs all over the city.

And friends who have demonstrated the sweetness of freedom at our fingertips. A freedom that invites us in to dance, sing, and laugh; at the same time showing us that all of life’s roads are paved in this manner. And that everyone is deserving of such joy that comes from being set free. Everyone meaning e-v-r-y-o-n-e. I’m grateful for these friends who understand that life is meant to be laughed at sometimes. Because let’s face it, we all have our panties in a bunch. (& these wonderful humans I’ve met are mostly the artist-type; singers, painters, musicians. Which is just way cool & I believe worth mentioning).

And friends who actually understand the meaning of rest and encourage me to dabble in such a thought. I’m seriously grateful for the friends who have seen me wearing myself way too thin beyond manageable measures. People have popped up in the most unstructured ways to point me back to the only One who will feed my hunger; the Bread of Life.  One of the more important things that we need to hear often is that Jesus takes care of those who the Father gives him. He secures us. I hear this anthem when someone gives me a little wink or nudge that signals, “you’re OK, Ali”. Tim Keller says it best preaching, “we are more wicked than we ever dared believe, but more loved and accepted in Christ than we ever dared hope — at the very same time.” I am grateful for those brave souls who I see live this out and tell me to rest in just that.

My cup runneth over for the happenings of this past semester. The unfamiliarity of new faces and places excites me and leaves me with nothing else to do but to sing loud praises. & man, it has been hard. Very hard. But praise God for the community that surrounds me in such unfamiliarity & lifts me out of the doubt and fear that so quickly grips my heart. With these things and so much more to rejoice about, far better things lie ahead of us; more hustle, laughter, unexpectedness, grace, and learning. And that’s freakin exciting.

3 semesters down, 5 more to go folks. At least that’s the plan…..

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Lake Champlain sunset November 10, 2014

“Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows” James 1:17

“You got me beggin’ you for Mercy (yeah yeah yeah)” -Duffy

We live in a world full of words like do, perform, succeed, reward, achieve. We keep our eyes on the biggest and best possible version of something and try to attain it via any route that will get us there.

Time and time and time again, we fall short of our goal. We fall short of what we think will complete our joy. We fall short of what we think we are required to do in order to attain righteousness.

I know for certain that I am a victim of this mindset.

We hear it all the time in sermons. Especially on the topic of justification. It is said that by Jesus’ work on the cross, we are justified in the eyes of the Father. No longer do works of the law fulfill atonement, rather, it’s by justification by faith and faith alone.

And I don’t want to write more about justification. Because it doesn’t mean a damn thing if you don’t experience justification yourself.


I think it’s kind of ironic that the times when I find the most peace in the day (or evening) is when I’m giving thanks to my God. It’s when I’m falling to my knees, crying out “Thank you, thank you, thank you, Lord Jesus”. It’s when I’m genuinely anxious about the interests of others and I find myself laying those anxieties before the One who already knows and is already at work.

In other words, I know that justification by faith is real and true when I am merciful towards my God. Jesus exclaims to the Pharisees in Matthew 12 that “something greater than the temple is here. If you had known what these words mean, ‘I desire mercy, not sacrifice’, you would not have condemned the innocent” 12:6-7.

Have mercy on me, Lord! For giving you burnt offerings when all you desire is mercy. Have mercy on me for my shortcomings. Have mercy on me for my sins. Have mercy on me. Have mercy on me, Dear God.

In a sense it’s degrading to offer burnt offerings before God. It’s degrading to Jesus Christ, because HE gave the ultimate sacrifice of his LIFE on the cross so that we may be right with God and our sins would be covered. And he did. My sacrifices do not work. I am not justified through them. I achieve nothing of lasting significance. It is Jesus on the cross that I should look at in regards to what a real sacrifice even looks like. A completely righteous, sinless man taking the cross in obedience to his Father.

Sometimes I think that God looks at my failed attempts to be a better Ali and simply laughs. While I’m flailing about, grasping onto anything that I believe will bring me life, He’s holding me in the palm of his hand. He waits and whispers, “Come, Ali. Come”.

We are human. We are not Jesus. Nor does God want us to be Jesus. Yes, we should strive to be in His likeness, but that’s different than trying to BE Him. Instead of desiring sacrifice of any sort, God desires our mercy. And for us to repent. And for us to stumble into his arms broken, weak, and emptied of attempted-sacrifices. AMEN!

It’s a perspective-shift from what the world tells us. The society of our world tells us just the opposite, actually: to arrive prepared. To arrive stronger. To arrive smarter. To arrive with a clean slate. To finish whatever mess you’ve created before you come. Jesus speaks to people and assures us that these are lies. This is exactly why he was the most wanted man around town. His beliefs were so radically different than what society was telling Israel in those days.

I know fosho that I need help being a merciful creature. But if I know anything at all, it’s that the Word is love. If I know anything at all, it’s that Jesus is “the way and the truth and the life” John 14:6. And he is, he knows, and he will.

No half-sies

The gospel is not a sugar-coated, easy-to-take, fluffy type of story that brings butterflies to your heart every time you approach it. It’s like the song that goes, “ooooohhhhhhh sometiiiimes, I get a good feeling”. But wait…… sometimes I don’t get that feeling. Where’s that feeling today? How come it isn’t here?

The Story of the gospel brings hard truths to breathe in. It’s The Story that transforms the human heart. It is The Story that is undying and does not lie about the promises it speaks of.

I need to constantly pray for hope in what Jesus says will happen will actually happen. Constantly asking Jesus to give me the faith to believe in all of what he says, not just bits and pieces. Because half-believing is lukewarm faith, which just doesn’t cut it.

And I find myself here often.


Jesus says, “Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light” Matthew 11:28-30.

This is where it gets real. Yeah, Jesus, it all sounds like a great idea! To learn from You who is gentle and humble in heart. Rest sounds pretty nice, too. And carrying around a light burden sounds peachy! Sign me up!

By definition, a yoke is ‘a wooden crosspiece that is fastened over the necks of two animals and attached to the plow or cart that they are to pull’. OK-unless you want your legs torn off from your body, I suggest you’re fully in the yoke.

NO HALF-SIES PEOPLE. No half-sies.

Jesus MEANS it when He says, “My grace is sufficient for you” 2 Corinthians 12:9.

Paul means it when he writes, “While we were still sinners, Christ died for us” Romans 5:8.

He means it when he writes, “the one who calls you is faithful, and he will do it” 1 Thessalonians 5:24.

AND STILL I QUESTION, “Why did he choose me? Why does he call me by name? I definitely am not deserving of it”.

During our work crew reunion at the Payne household in Gig Harbor, Washington, I was talking with my friend Janie in the basement. I was expressing this same thing in some way (probably a complicated twist of words and thoughts). She simply looks at me and says, “Ali, none of us are deserving. Jesus was the only one who deserved God’s righteousness. But that’s what the cross is all about. He died so that we may be right with our Father”. I will never forget this! To hear this said in such a refreshing light was what made it click in my head.

I still question these things today. I am fickle in my faith in what the Bible truly says. My heart is half-sies most of the time. I am a sinner who needs a Savior. But Jesus, somehow, pulls me into that yoke with Him. When I am half-sies, he keeps my legs protected from being chopped off. He reveals to me my unfaithfulness, which is hard to confront. Seeing the truth leaves me with a responsibility to do something about it. But there is no place I’d rather be than with Jesus, whose yoke is easy and whose burden is light.

He is consistent.

And just.

And good.

And THIS is the truth.

One does not simply….

Matthew 9:14-17

“Then John’s disciples came and asked him, ‘How is it that we and the Pharisees fast often, but your disciples do not fast?’

Jesus answered, ‘How can the guests of the bridegroom mourn while he with them? The time will come when the bridegroom will be taken from them; then they will fast.

‘No one sews a patch of unshrunk cloth on an old garment, for the patch will pull away from the garment, making the tear worse. Neither do people pour new wine into old wineskins. If they do, the skins will burst; the wine will run out and the wineskins will be ruined. No, they pour new wine into new wineskins, and both are preserved.”


Firstly, the analogy that grabs my attention is this one:

“Neither do people pour new wine into old wineskins. If they do, the skins will burst; the wine will run out and the wineskins will be ruined. No, they pour new wine into new wineskins, and both are preserved.” Matthew 9:17

It just makes sense. Logical, practical sense. Obviously, the objective of handling wine is to preserve all that you can. And if one pours new wine into old wineskins, the wineskins made of animal skin will burst at the seam. Consequently, the wine will be lost and the precious wineskin ruined. It’s a lose-lose situation.

This wine system reminds me of a similar system we use at New Moon Café, my new place work. Now, try to follow me by visualizing this chain of events in a concrete manner (seems tricky, but it reaps a great model for us employees to follow);

Mid-day, the closing shift employee re-fills the line of vegetables, dressings, spreads, and lots of other food we serve from the salad/sandwich bar with freshly prepared food from the kitchen. With 20 new pans of fresh food that needs to be topped with the old food from the current line, your guessing game needs to be on point so that you’re not too short or not too over the fill line marking on the pans.

In short, it makes sense for the old food to be the first to be served to customers, while the new food sits at the bottom of the pan. If it were the other way around, the old food may be sitting in the pan for days before being served! Yuck! Nobody wants 5 day old chicken salad. The system simply does not make sense if it were reversed. New food is poured into new pans. Just like “they pour new wine into new wineskins” (Matthew 9:17). In this way, “both are preserved” (Matthew 9:17).


It amazes me that Jesus, whose mission is to save the world, responds to a potentially perilous question with such poise. Essentially, John’s disciples are wondering why they have to endure the agony of fasting while Jesus’ disciples are safe from it. It’s a confusing thing! Is Jesus choosing favorites?  I’d imagine they are not only curious, but peeved as they ask Jesus this question. Jesus straight up tells John’s disciples who question him about fasting that the reason is logical and practical as to why Jesus’ disciples don’t fast yet– They don’t need to! His twelve disciples are constantly filled with Jesus’ presence and teachings. They are sustained by Jesus by physically interacting with him daily. Why would they see reason to mourn with such fulfilling conditions?

What’s comforting to know is that God knows what it looks like. He knows every implication about the commission of fasting and the wavering confusion that comes with it. And still, He carries out His plan through His Son. His perfect plan that will not fail. Because this mission is greater than confusion and strikes far deeper than jealousy. Jesus’ practicality in his response to the question about fasting surely doesn’t scream, “MY LOVE FOR YOU IS WIDE, LONG, HIGH, AND DEEP” (though it is; Ephesians 3:18). God is patient with responding while grace is woven in His words to us. So, too, is Jesus in responding to John’s disciples. If it were not this way, how could we make any sense of who Jesus is?! It is out of gracious, patient, and enduring love that Jesus responds to this question, “How is it that we [John’s disciples] and the Pharisees fast often, but your disciples do not fast?” Matthew 9:14.

What I’d like to end this entry with is this: One does not simply pour new wine into old wineskins. And Jesus’ love for us is real. Duh.

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Who? What? Where? When? Why? HOW?

Good questions…. veeeerrrrry good questions indeed. Well, I am SO not a writer. I’m not very creative either. In fact, anything that has to do with art is usually forced out of me and results in a lot of frustration on my end. I recently admitted to my roommate, who is an extremely talented artist and musician, that my mind just isn’t wired like an artist’s in the slightest. BUT HEY, I’m starting to enter (& enjoy) that portion of my brain more frequently. And I’m always up for some good old fashioned frustration! Let’s do this blogging/writing/sharing my heart thingy ma jiggy.

I have actually always loved writing. Whether it’s for school, journaling, or writing on my computer.

School——–eh…. I may have just lied.

Journaling——-happens extremely often, and almost always ends up as prayer.

The writing on my computer—— happens occasionally, and I’ve noticed is a form of stress relief. In moments when I’m struggling internally and I happen to choose to open up my word docs and write, God reveals himself to me so graciously in the process of transferring thoughts to paper (or screen). And when I finish an entry I think to myself, “man, I’ve missed this. Why isn’t this a thing I choose to turn to every time I freak out?”.


So, here it is. My accountability partner named Blog, whom I’ve always dreamed of one day having. I don’t even know what will end up in here… lol. But I pray that whatever it is it’d bring glory to the Father-our Savior, our Redeemer, our Lord- For He is the One whom I belong to and yearn to know more deeply and intimately through this wonderful little space of writing. I will try not to be so anal about how perfect an entry is before I submit it, cause that’s what that whole vulnerability/being honest thing is about (hence why I’m writing this down so I’m held accountable for it in future writing sesh’s-see what I did there?).

Forewarning:

There is absolutely no organization within the realms of this site.

Confession:

I may already have an entry that wants to be posted after this one.


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BLAST OFF !!!!!!!!!!!!!!