On Seeing

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. 

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Earthly Stewardship

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?

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Worthy of His Image

These feelings of inadequacy, insignificance, and unworthiness come from my own belief that I’m not important enough to other people. Every significant struggle in my life thus far can be traced back to a connection with another human. I stake so much on how they feel about me. And when they don’t respond to me the way I wish they would — receptive, appreciative, understanding — I feel more than a little unworthy. Is there something wrong with me? But how do all these feelings make my heavenly Father feel?

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Dear Restless Twenty Something Year Old,

How many blazers have you tried on? How many “big girl pants” have you not been able to button around your enormous insecurities? How many times have you sat across the table from your next career and felt completely incompetent, too young, and too inexperienced? You need experience to get experience, honey. But we’re directionless, fresh off the college high of potential-filled bliss as we raced toward that diploma. We’ve got a piece of paper in hand, but now they tell us to write our own routine. Suddenly, we’re lost.

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Dear #LiveAuthentic

Roll-and-Scroll: (verb) the act of waking up, rolling over, and scrolling through social media. I can scroll and double-tap with the best of them, but I have to admit, I have often found these apps to be a catalyst of discontent in my life.

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Dear Broken-Hearted

You become well acquainted with humility when your pride decides to play hide-and-never-be-found.The regret, shame, blame, anxiety, pity, etc. all hit every midnight and would not rest till my neighbor’s rooster woke the hood.

I was left in a faith paradox. I knew I needed God, but He let me fall; He let me break, He didn’t catch me, He didn’t protect me. How could I trust Him?

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Her (Coffee) Cup Overflows

Coffee’s been a friend of mine for a long time now. It fascinated me first in high school when I learned that walking up to my classroom before the morning bell rang with a Starbucks cup in hand made me look infinitely cooler than I did without one.

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And He Called Her 'Buttercup'

You know how people say, “Your life can change in a moment?”  I would hear this all the time and always freaked out, anticipating that moment. When the phone would ring, I would say, “Is this it?” The life-changing moment could be, a health diagnosis, an accident or a confession. Honestly, you just don’t know when that life-changing moment will happen or how it will be packaged up for you. 

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Confronting a Savior

Imagine a throne room — immense in expanse, splendor and beauty.  All around you are silhouettes of creatures unknown yet familiar.  Deafening, rhythmic, glorious; their melodies fill the air.  It’s a scene like one never imagined, stretching and bending before the glorious seat of majesty.  It’s intoxicating.

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Writing Every Scar

I’m eight years old and I’m watching my mom dance around in the cool, evening air in nothing but underwear and a t-shirt. My stepdad John keeps asking her to please come inside and eat something. She’s laughing and babbling about fireworks. 

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