Comfort.

I'm finding it exhausting to, over a year later, still be asking the same questions, all of them beginning with the same word. Why. Because somehow I thought if my life was nothing like the one that I had, the life I had when it hurt to stand, I wouldn't hurt anymore. And in most …

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nineteen.

Most of my journal entries and songs for the last year have started with "It's strange," or "It's funny," as I marveled at how peace and grace can prevail through all. As I marveled at how those around me loved fiercely through any crazy thing that was thrown at them. As I marveled at every single time I fell, and somehow managed to stand again. As I realized again and again that each tiny piece of love comes from God and it can all be used for his glory.

Time takes time.

Looking back a year ago, I see a stranger. She is surrounded by fog and covered in tears, and she doesn't feel better after talking about it. She is shy yet bold, she is broken, and she has no idea what to do about it. It's strange because I want to say that I can't …

Emails and Apologies

The last few weeks, I've been working on the baby shower for my sister Julia, which means I've been dealing a lot with the even more unforgiving older brother of texting: email. It has led me to several stressed out paces around my house, a small freak-out about a screwed up copy and paste, and …