What do I want to say about this? That it was the hardest thing I've ever ever done? Yes. What else? That I held it all together and took it like a champ? No, certainly not. Hiking the Gosaikunda Trail taught me a few things about life and God and myself. It hit me, hard. I fell apart on multiple occasions.Read More
When we stumbled upon the idea of Sincerely, Kindred I never thought we would be in the place we are now -- in the middle of a Kickstarter to make one of the most amazing issues of a publication (that I have ever worked on in the ten years I've been in the publication industry) more affordable for more millennials.Read More
I always wanted to be a ballerina, but I never tried because I thought I was too late. I always wanted to be able to do a back-flip, but those gymnasts have been practicing since they were five years old. I could never hold my own in a just-for-fun match of soccer, because I haven't played since I was a kid like everyone else. Skill takes practice and time, and I usually find I'm a little late to the game.Read More
I see you … running mile after mile on the treadmill of aspiration, earbuds blasting the ballad of an uphill climb. I see you seeking, searching, striving. I see you trying so hard as sweat seeps from your pores.
It isn’t an effort that you make in vain. But it isn’t one that you need to make either.
It just is. You just are. And it is not a bad thing just to be.
My church is an introvert’s worst nightmare.
The parking lot is packed — good luck finding a spot! Trying to sneak through the doors without talking to someone? Nice try. Greeters are stationed at every entrance armed with smiles and “good mornings.” The line at the cafe is perpetually never-ending, it’s a game of musical chairs trying to find a seat to enjoy your drink, and the sound of a hundred different conversations fills the lobby. Kids are playing; kids are screaming. Don’t be surprised if a kid runs between your legs as they are rushed to Sunday school by their parent.Read More
I can’t count the number of times I’ve heard this question, specifically in the past few years. Sometimes it’s directed towards me, sometimes it’s directed towards someone in my vicinity, sometimes this question is coming out of my own mouth. And while I’ve realized that it’s a basic, get-to-know-you, small talk type of question, I’ve been noticing lately the subtle nuances in the responses of others.Read More
There was a group of us in our middle school who would sit on the curb in our neighborhood to take a rest from skateboarding, or in my case, from watching everyone else skateboard. Amongst idle adolescent chit-chat, someone would ask the question, “What’s your biggest fear?”Read More
You can’t fill the wells with your tears, but you try anyway. Go on, fill the well; empty yourself into that pit quickly before someone sees. Oh, but if only someone would see.
“Will you give me a drink?”
Startled, you look up and see a man standing on the other side of the well. Has he seen you weeping? “Wh-what?” you stutter.
“Will you give me a drink?”
The jar at your feet is empty. The well below is filled with tears.Read More
The first time I caught a glimpse of the Mona Lisa in person, it was a bit of a letdown. This was well before they had encased the famous painting in thick Plexiglas with a cordoned-off square of the floor to keep spectators at a distance. The painting is smaller than one might think. Her cunning smile needs you to crane in as if she is guarding some secret truth that she might let you in on if you’re lucky or just close enough.Read More
Have you ever thought about the earth? Like, really thought about it? How it’s positioned perfectly in our little solar system, just the right distance from the sun to not freeze or burn up? How all of the ecosystems and all of the processes and pieces fit together to form intricate environments all over the planet? How when you peel back layers and layers of how it all works, the glory of God is revealed in the teeny tiny details that make everything function the way it does?Read More