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
Photo by Jon Tyson Sometimes the conversation ends before I get in a word. "Not interested!" The door slams. Sometimes, I get to wave and say, "Hi, how are you?" "No thank you," they say. Welcome to my life. I'm an environmental policy canvasser (at least, at the time I drafted this article, I was). … Continue reading Knock Knock
Photo by Mike Schrengohst TL;DR - God is real. He loves you. He wants the best for you. No exceptions. I "come out," and into the open: not in spite of my faith, but because of it. But first, a little about me. My name is Gloria. I am a first generation Chinese American, assigned … Continue reading COMING OUT: “God, Could You Be This Good?”
CW: disordered eating, anorexia, relapse, recovery Photo by Mike Kenneally They say that relapse is part of recovery, but I thought my anorexia was a thing of the past. Overcome last year, for good. Until I realized, over the course of several days, that I had begun eating much less than normal. Skipping the first … Continue reading Our Daily Bread (#NEDAwareness)
Entropy works against us consistently, creating disorder and chaos. That's the way of the universe now (after the Fall).
Nobody actually wants clutter. We don't set our new year's resolution to live a more cluttered life.
However, if we're not intentional about what we allow to remain in our life, we end up with unintentional objects, relationships, and achievements.
And who wants that? It's human nature to desire a meaningful life.
It's easy to be fooled, though. Worldly possessions can't fill the void within our hearts, which desire and long for more.
Because things are just things -- neither good nor bad. They can make us happy for a while, but that kind of happiness never lasts.
Photo by Christopher Burns You wouldn't ask a toddler to run a marathon. You wouldn't make her sprint 100m, even if it's a comparatively short distance for someone older, either. There's a reason why physical development happens in stages. Just because she knows how to move forward with some baby steps, doesn't mean she's ready to … Continue reading Reconstruction
Lately, I've gathered so much tension in my head, I figured out how to wiggle my ears. (By activating a muscle I didn't know was in my control.) Part of it is a "what if" question. One which seems so big, I can only look to God for answers, help, and hope. Part of it … Continue reading Foundations
[inhales] I remain, having completed another circuit around the sun. But what does it mean to enter another decade, this time around? And specifically, what does it mean to be myself -- a young woman, of Chinese descent, living in America, in 2018 -- and to exist in that context? I remember how I felt … Continue reading Turning Twenty
Dear Eight-Year-Old Me, Come here, love. I want to hug you. I want to tell you some things about yourself that you don’t know yet. You see, I know the thoughts you keep to yourself. They are all the things you hate about yourself. The roundness of your face. The smallness of your eyes and … Continue reading Guest Post: “A Letter To My Eight-Year-Old Self,” by We Wander Through