Leaving a church under difficult circumstances, whether it is because of a difference of opinions, God’s call elsewhere, or other reasons, is heartbreaking. Even leaving one that wasn’t healthy for me anymore, has been one of the most painful and haunting experiences of my life.
“I’m not teaching you what to think; I’m teaching you how to think,” emphatically stated my professor in class after class. We got it—not what to think, how to think. His assignments—papers mostly—asked us to draw deep from the well of knowledge we gained and discover our own conclusions. In retrospect, it was one ofContinue reading “Silenced Press Equals Fractured Freedom”
As a child, I remember stapling together notebook paper with simple ink drawings, probably of animals, doing some sort of merry little thing together. My sixth grade language arts teaching told me I had a gift. I thought orchestrating soap opera quality plots with my Barbie dolls and playing, “Let’s pretend…” was just what weContinue reading “When I’m Wordless”
For over three years, I’ve been walking on a broken foot. Every step towards something or away from something was taken on a foot that wasn’t healed. Because I didn’t know it was broken, I walked on it anyway. Often times, my foot would was sore and swollen. My podiatrist assured me I was fine,Continue reading “In the Stretching Moments”
Today is World Mental Health Day-a day to raise awareness for the monsters of mental illness we who suffer battle every single day. It doesn’t make me less than. Or crazy. (Most of the time.) It makes me cleave to God all the more because I desperately need Him to function with the appearance ofContinue reading “Me versus Mental Illness”
A year ago, my friend and I met over dinner to catch up. She told me about the man she had been dating for several months. As with all things Lizzie* it was a hilarious story that had that makings of a good rom-com movie. “Do you think he’s the one?” I asked. She shruggedContinue reading “This is me”
I’ll never forget his response. It’s one I’ve heard used by educators, parents, and adults everywhere when they talk about bullying. Dismissively, he said, “If you ignore them, they’ll stop.”
If you ignore them, they won’t stop.
There are huggers, semi-huggers, and non-huggers. I’m a semi-hugger, which means I hug with discretion. Non-huggers would rather not be touched at all and huggers, well, hug everyone and everything. Here’s what huggers need to understand—not everyone wants to be hugged.
My biggest complaint about Risen is the departure from biblical narrative. While some of this is necessary in reimagining a story, I believe Risen took it too far.
My mantra up until yesterday (when I first realized I had this mantra) was “I can’t.”