For better or for worse I finished seminary today. And, true confessions, right now I’m not feeling very good about it. Not in the “Oh, I’ll really miss all of … Continue reading It’s Complicated.
Maybe I’m just over-tired and wrecked from this completely insane semester, or I’m fizzling out, or perhaps it’s something about being an over-emotional woman, or perhaps even something about being … Continue reading Maybe…
While I was sitting in class today simultaneously taking notes on the lecture, answering e-mails for my internship, and organizing my notes for an event on Friday, panic blew up … Continue reading Note to Self
This sermon was preached at Waverly Presbyterian Church on July 5, 2015 Luke 4: 14-22a 14 Then Jesus, filled with the power of the Spirit, returned to Galilee, and a report … Continue reading Blurring the Lines: May I Be a Holy Fool–Luke 4: 14-30
I entered the latter half of my twenties in the sticky cicada hum of August, consumed in a life I hardly imagined just months prior. I spent that birthday hosting … Continue reading Why Every Star Matters: A Reflection on Privilege
Recently I’ve had thoughts that just pile-up. They are crammed in corners and crevices, pages torn out of my school notebook and tucked in my planner, post-its stuck in my … Continue reading Thoughts That Can’t Stay Put: Why I Can’t Shut Up.
Recently I’ve had a lot of thoughts that just pile-up. They are crammed in corners and crevices, pages torn out of my school notebook and tucked in my planner, post-its … Continue reading Thoughts That Can’t Stay Put: The Burn-out
These are the core ideas of what I have learned in my first totally full semester of studying social work, and how that relates to my degree studying theology. 1. … Continue reading Things I Have Learned
All I have to go on for this is my own experience, my own story that is still being scratched across history as we speak, bleating and wailing and ripping … Continue reading Waiting Part 2: Fear and Pain and Rebuilding the Farmhouse
Prologue: I’m not very good at waiting. When I want something it burns and itches and scratches on my mind: an infection on my psyche. I have to give in, … Continue reading Waiting–Part I: Denial
Since this person took up residence in my uterus I cry all of the time. I’m not really a crier, at least not since I was a kid. Now, at … Continue reading Reasons Why I Have Cried While Pregnant
So, I’ve been incredibly frustrated with my Seminary experience for a number of reasons. I won’t go into that much more right at this moment, other than to say a … Continue reading Something Happened on the Way Home