rebelling against low expectations
My flight was scheduled for mid-afternoon at the Miami airport. I spent the morning in a coffee shop, where I ordered a large latte, full of that dark magic called caffeine. Bad decision. Twenty minutes later, I felt like I was going to lose my breakfast, I was so tense even breathing hurt, and the only way I could think of to cope was curling up in my seat and closing my eyes, just as the lunch...
From blue crayon sketches to squeaky violin recitals to Disney murder mystery novels, hobbies have long been a part of my life. I’ve hated the hours of practice, hated the pieces that went in the trash, hated the wasted time. But if I could reclaim that time for another purpose, I wouldn’t. In fact, I’d probably invest still more into my hobbies. My sketches may not be featured in some New York...
I wasn’t prepared for the pictures. Girls who had forgotten my name posed in prom dresses with guys I hadn’t allowed myself to like. To them, I was nothing more than some kid in chemistry class. Even the girls who went without dates wouldn’t bother to invite me. So I imagined the evening they must have had. I wondered what it would be like to wear that flowing ball gown, to go out to...
Write your plans in pencil; prepare for God to edit them. If I could even begin to tell you the number of plans I’ve stenciled over the past five years, you would start to feel very overwhelmed. I’m not much of a planner when it comes to daily schedules or, say, writing a novel, but I like to have a rather tidy control over the grand scheme of my existence. Unfortunately, that hasn’t played out...
Teenagers. We’re a bunch of kid-adults who often have no idea who we are or who we ought to be. We grasp at all kinds of things to find identity, things like beauty, sports, and intelligence. And for so long, I’ve prided myself in being above those things. Maybe all the rest of the world cares about beauty and sports and intelligence, but in the words of the Little Red Hen’s friends when she...
I can not people today. Pushing past twenty-three faces in the hallway of the B building, staring out the window in English class, retreating in the corners of the garden under a cloud of misty rain… There are some days I just want to hide from the world, forget about humanity. Peopling is hard. It’s hard to put yourself out there, to be vulnerable, to invest in a friendship with another human...
If I had to use one word to describe this semester, it would not be the word “fun.” As if a full load of college classes wasn’t enough, high school algebra and chemistry are killing my GPA. I don’t know anyone taking the same classes as me, classes I didn’t want to take in the first place. And no one wants to get me started about the complete lack of decent places to sit and study...
In the book of Deuteronomy, God commands his people to remember. In fact, he commands this thirteen times. Remember who God is. Remember what he did for you. Remember his promise. The Israelites weren’t particularly good at remembering. Hiking through the desert, they were more focused on the present concerns of hunger, thirst, and exhaustion than the heritage of their people. If anything, they...
Three weeks ago, my family switched churches. Again. Going from a five hundred people church back down to a fifty people church is…different.It’s taken me three years to start unearthing the secrets of acceptance at my last church. Now, even though I’m still going to youth group on Wednesdays, all that hard work is starting to seem pointless. It’s as if another inch of sand washes out from under...
How are you? I’m not asking how you want to be, how you think you should be, or how others assume you are.In the depth of your heart, are you really okay? Underneath the formalities and the small talk, are you really fine?What would you say if words were more than a formality–if you were to honestly answer the question?I think a lot of us, the majority of us, are not okay, not fine, and not...
rebelling against low expectations
