I did not expect to end my undergraduate career sleeping in my bed, with a belly full of growing pains. This is what outgrowing and moving on looks like: leaving Sodom in flames, without so much as a glance over my shoulder -- lest these old wineskins burst and ruin the new wine. Shaking the dust off my feet. When I was younger and still growing (height-wise), I would have leg aches. It made me want to stretch myself out, to kick something. My current body couldn't contain where I wanted to go, and it made me angry. Once again, my bones are groaning. Here I am, alive and kicking. I am out, restless and angry. Yet, what is this perfect peace that guards my heart?
How beautiful upon the mountainsAre the feet of him who brings good news! Photo by Christopher Sardegna Last night it snowed. Without thinking anything of it, I slipped on my shoes (without socks), and headed out for the library. Later in the evening, I found myself in a predicament. Still sheltered under the arts building of … Continue reading Barefoot Kid