I cried myself to sleep last night. Not a cute little “it’s been a rough day” types of cries… but the type where I moaned aloud that I didn’t want the sun to come up… because honestly, I didn’t want to face another day. I cried because I’m lonely. I’m surrounded by a sea of … Continue reading Confession of a Girl That’s Scared of Intimacy.
Yesterday was a the typical mundane Tuesday. I made a million lattes and made small talk with any passerby of my quaint little espresso bar. I woke up well-rested and was ready to face the day. A few hours into my shift, my coworker knocked over a gallon of milk and my instant response was … Continue reading Confessions of a Shameful Daughter.
If we’re honest… Sex is awkward to talk about. It’s avoided at all costs in the Church and among people in general. But let’s be real… It needs to be talked about. It’s secretive… It’s shameful… It’s a sin against our own bodies. I’m not talking about just full blown intercourse… I’m talking about anything … Continue reading What Needs To Be Said About Sex.
Growing up, I was in church anytime the doors were opened. I went on all the mission trips, camps, and retreats… attended bible studies, had the best of friends, and had multiple mentors. My life was beautiful. I said “the prayer” when I was 8 and proceeded to be baptized. I laid wide eyed at … Continue reading Confession of a Christian Who Still Struggles.
It dawned on me like the 4th of July shooting firecrackers over an open field. It was obvious, loud and very beautiful. It’s time to kill the Racer in me. It felt like a gong going off in my head, resonating loudly over a loud speaker. Kill the racer. Kill the racer. Kill the racer. … Continue reading I had to kill the World Racer
Isn’t it ironic how freedom can be as simple as a makeup less face and greasy hair? I told Johnny a couple days ago to quit playing with my mane because it was making it messy and greasy. Uh. Ok? I felt myself get insecure at a trendy store so I didn’t smile or really … Continue reading Hiding behind the face in the mirror
Sometimes, I think I should be a professional actor. I find myself putting on a show for God… As if he can be fooled.I clog my ears with sermons and worship songs. I journal until my hand cramps up. I go to church trying to prove myself as holy. I read books and memorize scripture. … Continue reading Confessions of a Pretender.
If my soul could be visually seen it would look like a dried out sponge… Shriveled up and thrown out with no intention for future use. I am at the end of my rope. I’m tired of fighting, tired of watered down surrender… tired of attempting to live for Him half-assed. Half-assed…That’s my problem. … Continue reading Confessions of a Girl at the End of Her Rope
This post is from my good friend Robin Howell, who leaves for Guatemala this month. All summer, she’s been leading short term mission trips and preparing for a new season of life. You can find more of her brilliant writing and ways to support her by clicking here. Do you ever just need to pause? … Continue reading Sweet Surrender
Some days I hate my life. Africa life is not all it’s cracked up to be. Sometimes I don’t want to hop out of bed and embrace the day. The language barrier is freaking hard. Being hit on by grown men just because I’m white gets obnoxious. Bucket showers get old. Walking miles and miles … Continue reading Confessions of a Missionary
