The last sermon I went to mentioned how Elijah goes from feeling cocky at the top of the world cuz his God totally beat other gods in a fight, to fleeing for his life and literally wanting to die. And while he’s dead inside, God doesn’t smite him for running, doesn’t scold him for not … Continue reading it doesn’t feel like the color blue
A lot has happened since I last posted. A parade of little worry dolls, a spectrum of floating lights. There has been wonderful hospitality in my life, very often, in the past couple of months. There have been amazing reunions, small victories, creative accomplishments, the joy of seeing friends succeed, and things that are fun … Continue reading A Confession.
I am excited to announce that I have at last finished uploading my 10-part "Cross the Horizon" miniseries! Retelling the Gospel through Disney music and various mediums of art has been a tangible dream come true. The opportunity to present it at my school was amazing as well. Past skits I’ve done were focused on … Continue reading Cross the Horizon
For a year dedicated to freedom, I also lost a lot. And to think of there being far better things ahead only scares me that I’ll only get attached to things I’ll just lose, too. So don’t get attached, you might say. Focus only on what lasts, all you need is Jesus, is He really enough … Continue reading Worry Doll #6
Be our guest, be our guest... Hospitality is an enchanted light in an ordinary guise. It’s almost the stuff of fairy tales. Depression is strong in this season, I feel it creeping around the corners sometimes. But now here I am, in my best friend’s home, happiness contagious and real. It’s amazing how we’ve got … Continue reading Floating Light #6
The high was worth this pain. I'm not talking about drugs, I'm talking about the pulsating ups and downs of life. When Cinderella saw the clock strike midnight, when she was back home in rags stained with trampled pumpkin, did she regret the escape for one night? Did it make it worse, to have one … Continue reading pumpkin-splattered, doesn’t matter
There is a taste of joy in reunion. Not just nostalgia, where you grasp for reliving the past, but reunion: your mind and body now being present in what you thought only existed in the past. There is a breath of freedom in getting up on your magic carpet again. There is happiness in hearing a … Continue reading Floating Light #5