Photo by jesse orrico When people ask me whether I grew up in the church, my answer isn't so clear. Yes, and no. Because I've never been part of the in-group. The other kids would know each other, whereas I would be the one who would pop in for Sunday school or service for a stretch … Continue reading Al-Eizariya
Having finished my undergraduate degree, I’ve been reflecting on what it means to sit with uncertainty. Perhaps the following words will fill a chapter of a memoir I will write someday. [CW: anxiety, panic, depression, ED, queerphobia] Photo by Greg Rakozy Believe me, I know what it’s like to be overwhelmed by a lack of understanding. … Continue reading Beyond Multivariable: An Abridged Memoir
This trip was a long time coming. In early January 2018, I was all set to jet away on a brigade to Nicaragua -- then a blizzard hit the east coast and snowed me in. I took German 101 instead. Then I changed my major. And then I graduated. So, this is my last undergrad … Continue reading Coclé, Panama: A Global Medical Brigade Story
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
After spending a few years away from the violin (and other instruments in general), I heard God tell me through prayer that He wanted me to return to my craft. Today, I just wanted to share a few clips of the work I have done since I heard that call.
Lately, for the first time, I've been having thoughts of scrapping my blog. Out of nearly four years worth of writing, do I really believe I have produced anything worthwhile?
Photo by Mae Mu My silence on this platform has been intentional. Maybe the day to share my grief will come sooner than I think. But I do not believe it is today. Abba, Your Spirit groans wordlessly within me. There You go, lifting my load again. You display Your glory within me. Let me … Continue reading An Interlude
A big 'thank you' to my mother, who has lovingly chosen these images for my post. Shortly after my twentieth birthday, I realized I was queer. If you haven't already, read my coming out post here! I remained myself, but God let the scales fall from my eyes so I could receive a language, a … Continue reading 21 Things I Did Before Realizing I was Queer (Celebrating 21)
Last week, Bethel Church posted a message on their Instagram asking "Can a person leave homosexuality behind?" promoting their "Changed Movement" which shares stories of people who have "experienced freedom" from being LGBTQ+. 90 Seconds of Truth is our response. Kevin Garcia and Matthias Roberts joined forces and asked people on their social media channels … Continue reading 90 Seconds of Truth — Unchanged