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The Up Side of Growing Up – Three Signs of Maturity

I’m 26.  Sometimes that makes me feel old.  I can remember specific instances in my childhood that I would contemplate what life would be like when I was finally grown up.  Would fart jokes still be funny? Yes, they are.  Would I still play video games?  Also yes.  I knew that by this point in my life I would have everything figured out.  Sadly, younger self, this is not how it is.  Perhaps I was asking the wrong questions.  Looking over my life and seeing what has changed – the areas where I’ve labored for growth and found it along with the areas where I could not progress yet God’s grace still collided with my fallen nature – it seems that as a child I did not know what it was that made me childlike.

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My Life Is Not My Own

This is something I have been meaning to do for a long time – too long actually.  As soon as I am finished and click “Publish” a small monkey will jump off of my back.  It will not be missed.  It’s funny, really, that it has taken me so long to actually write a post.  It’s not as if there is little to write about.  The world around me gives me plenty, but this is the FIRST post.  The hardest.  How do I start?  What do I say?

“My life is not my own.”  I think I will start there.

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