rebelling against low expectations
December is here, and with it, an enormous amount of rich foods and idealistic Instagram posts. Christmas means icicle lights and Santa hats. Cute sweaters, gingerbread ice cream, and cozy evenings watching Elf. But for me, the holidays bring a harsh reality: I don’t live in that wonderland. The struggle is real this winter. And whether it’s family issues, learning how to live without...
It seems like everyone over thirty writes a letter to their eighteen-year-old self. They’re usually full of advice about graduating or dating, future hopes, and reminders to trust God. (Pretty much all the things they wish they had been told.) I’m eighteen now. And since I’ll probably have a lot of other things going on in 15 years, I figured I’d go ahead and knock this...
“I just think you’re wasting your energy. I know Jesus means a lot to you, but you need to face reality.” Those words are several months old now, and spoken by someone who really thought he was helping, but knowing he feels like that still cuts me. Some days, it makes me want to give up. And in those moments I desperately look to Scripture for something to hang on to. Something...
“So what are you planning to do after you graduate?” That question. It’s everywhere. They’re just being nice, but it’s still hard. What are you supposed to say? Even if you know sort of what you’ll be doing, it’s not like you have your whole life figured out. Or, well, maybe you do. I don’t know. Wherever you are in life, I’m hoping this...
rebelling against low expectations
