Updated on November 21, 2017
Here I am, sitting inside a coffee shop, and I can’t help but smile.
Life’s not easy, but right now, I can’t help but feel like this world is such a beautiful place.
Every time I seem to turn around, I see beautiful things happening.
Today, I had coffee with a friend who’s a community organizer and is doing beautiful work in Roseville, Minnesota.
Yesterday I was able to help my dad surprise my mom with a 40th anniversary party of when they met. I mean, how adorable is that?
Updated on November 20, 2017
Several months ago I was telling a friend about something difficult going on in my life and how I felt sapped of joy and happiness, and she made some comment about how being (genuinely) grateful can really help people find joy again.
I maturely responded with an internal, “Ugh.”
I keep hearing how important and powerful gratitude is, but does anyone else have a hard time believing it?
Plus, I haaate cliche phrases (ie: ?Have an attitude of gratitude!?). Most people
Posted on October 30, 2017
A couple months ago I noticed a subtle but real shift deep within me.
I would hear of someone sharing their dream they had for their life or share about something they really care about, and, internally, I would be rolling my eyes at them and I would think to myself, “Just wait and watch how the world doesn’t care about your dreams and that you obviously haven’t lived long enough to realize that, oh young foolish one.”
In those moments I almost wanted to pop their dream
Updated on July 12, 2017
I have always envied the people who’ve known what they’ve wanted to do since they were young. Whether that’s being a dentist or teacher or family business owner.
How beautiful it must be to know what you want and to go after it.
I, on the other hand, have spent the past 30+ years of my life trying to figure out what I want to do with my life. And that’s largely because I want to try my hand at just about everything.
You can see that desire of mine in the list of jobs I?ve
Updated on June 21, 2017
Ahh, I’m back. What an amazing business trip to Haiti.
A business trip to Haiti? Isn’t that a place you do mission trips to instead? you might be asking.
Yes, it is a country that has had a lot of mission trips to, which is part of the reason why it took me 3 years to finally decide to sign up for a business trip to that country. Because I?ve learned a lot over the past few years how many mission trips aren?t the most beneficial, and, in fact, can be quite harmful to the
Updated on April 20, 2017
I know I’ve blogged quite a bit about the hardships in life, and I don’t mean to be a downer with my writing. I guess I’m so busy surviving the chaotic stage of raising littles that when I do get a few moments to myself, I just want to be real. And if we can’t be real with one another, then what’s the point in life?
Add the fact that I tend to be a pretty serious person, it?s kind of no surprise that my writings tend to be more on the serious side. And John
Updated on April 14, 2017
I used to believe the world was my oyster, especially during my high school and college years. I was an optimistic, glass is almost always full kind-of-gal.
Beyond the usual torment of high school (friendship drama, puberty, trying to fit in, etc), I felt the four year requirement of high school itself was a barrier to so many good things in life.
There?s so much to do in this world! So much to see and explore, so many people to meet, countries to visit, and injustices that must
Updated on October 30, 2017
Whiplash and grief. These two words were given to me by my therapist on my visit to her office last Spring after I shared with her all that went down in my life the previous two years. These two words accurately described those tumultuous years. When I first arrived at my therapist’s office, I felt disoriented. Not lost but definitely at a loss.
Judah was 6 months old at this time, and I was still reeling from his unexpected presence in my life. I fell in love with Judah
Posted on February 14, 2017
The first time I encountered alcohol in my life was in third grade.
My friend invited me over to her house to play after school one day, and when I walked in, I saw her dad in a recliner holding a bottle of beer and watching tv. I froze and felt a rising inward panic.
Why, you may ask?
Because as a kid, I understood alcohol as a bad thing. And in my kid logic, that meant bad people drank alcohol and alcohol made people do bad things.
All I remember from that day was watching her dad from the kitchen,
Posted on December 9, 2016
For those who know me well know that my passion is bringing people together. Finding common ground amidst our differences. Creating community out of unlikely places with all sorts of people. Connecting people with one another, for both pragmatic and relational reasons. But all with the goal of fostering community.
It is how I am wired. It’s how I view the world and how I make decisions that I do.
I often think questions like:
How can I make this world a more loving place? How can