I had thought joy's flame needed protecting. All these years, these angers, these hardenings, this desire to control, I thought I had to snap the hand closed to shield joy's fragile flame from the blasts. In a storm of struggles, I had tried to control the elements, clasp the fist tight so as to protect… Continue reading “Joy’s flame.”
When we were very young, my parents bought me and my sisters each a storybook in the Little Miss series by Roger Hargreaves. The books are small, slim paperbacks that follow the lives of their titular cartoon characters: Emily got Little Miss Sunshine and Sarah got Little Miss Bossy. Mine was called Little Miss Helpful. It was one of my favorite stories. As you might guess, Little… Continue reading The confessions of a recovering Little Miss (Un)helpful.
Hey, Wanderers. Sorry for the radio silence. I've started about five different blog posts over the past two months and finished exactly zero of them. Life has been busy. But it's not just that--honestly, I haven't really wanted to write lately. Because even though hitting "Publish" and hearing from people about my blog gives me… Continue reading In process.
Hello, Wanderers. So, for those of you who don't know already, here are some major life updates--I quit student teaching. I temporarily withdrew from Northwestern. And on Sunday, I moved back home for the rest of winter quarter. All of this has been a pretty big shock to my system, and I've been trying to… Continue reading Finding words. (A series of poems.)
Metacognitionnoun, Psychology 1. Higher-order thinking that enables understanding, analysis, and control of one’s cognitive processes, especially when engaged in learning. There's nothing like teaching to show you how much of a student you really are. Honestly, student-teaching has been one of the hardest things I have ever done. I think I've cried more this quarter than… Continue reading Metacognition.
"The darkness is passing away and the true light is already shining." --1 John 2:8 Last weekend, at my very last Fall Retreat, I had the privilege of performing this spoken word poem that I wrote in front of my campus ministry. Simply put, it's about lies. But more than that, it's about Truth. I was very… Continue reading Light.
I. there is no gardener here not anymore the lock on the gate has rusted shut in certain places kept secrets even from itself some of the roses are just thorny bushes and the wind isn't always kind here fractured sky, empty hand walls savaged by winter exposure there are weeds some things have rotted and in… Continue reading Two gardens.
Hello, friends. It's hard to believe that there are two weeks left of my spring quarter of my junior year here at Northwestern. This year has gone so incredibly fast. I'm starting to realize that adulthood is looming ahead of me. Strange, terrifying, exciting. I've had so much fun this year getting closer to so… Continue reading Crossing oceans.
I teach Sunday school for preschoolers once a month at Evanston Bible Fellowship, and today I was working with a group of adorable but particularly rambunctious kiddos, none of whom had very much focus. For the great majority of the time, the class soundtrack sounded something like this: Me: "Please stay away from the door, Ryan. It's okay, your mommy will be… Continue reading Goldfish.
As I sat at my desk today, I listened to a lovely two-part sermon series by Charlotte Ennis. She was speaking at a women's conference (may I just say what a special blessing it is to listen to the women of God preach and teach--an exclusive privilege of being a daughter of God!) about God's sovereignty, His power and delight in answering… Continue reading Resting in thankfulness.