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It Takes a Village

This past weekend, I moved from my first “adult” apartment of two years into a new one. It’s a bit closer to my work, and it’s a fresh start. This week has been a lot of unpacking, donating, rearranging things to fit into a slightly smaller space, breaking down boxes, all while battling a stuffy nose.

There was a moment during the moving process when I sat in a half-circle with my friends, all of us with beers cracked open in our hands, when I realized these are my people–this is my village.

It takes a village to do anything well. “Well” is my operative definition. I will be the first to tell you, that we can do a lot of things on our own. We can shop by ourselves, and eat by ourselves (which is healthy independence). We can move homes by ourselves and refuse to ask for help. We can keep our own secrets, and we can keep our pain to ourselves (not so healthy). Ultimately, we, as humans, can survive on our own–but we are not living well.

But there is such a beautiful grace in vulnerability and asking for help.  I will also be the first to admit that asking for a helping hand is really hard. It reminds me of my shortcomings, and makes me realize that while I am a good survivor, I am still learning the art of living well. And the importance of creating a village is a topic I will probably write about later, but for now, the focus of this is recognizing your village.

This past weekend I had to move, and I had to ask for help. I had to trust that my friends would come to my aid when I asked–and they did. They came (one of them even showed up after three margaritas), and they drove (the one who drank didn’t drive), and they loaded and unloaded. They opened my bottle of beer, and sat and laughed with me and encouraged me when I felt the anxiety of relocating.

And that’s when I realized–when I took a moment to look up from survival mode to life-savoring mode–I had my village. My village of imperfect people, doing wonderful things.


I say imperfect because, ultimately, that’s what people are: imperfect. I can tell you some of the moments these people have hurt my feelings with their words, and in the same breath, I can tell you the moments their words made me feel like I could be irrevocably brave–and that’s what it is to have your village. Your village is the ones who are with you, growing you to be a better person and loving you each step of the way, even when it’s difficult.

Your village will be imperfect. They will be people full of faults, just like you. And they will be the people who will love you and help you when you give them a chance by giving yourself a chance to be vulnerable and asking for help.

It takes a village to do anything well. When you’re stressed, your village will hold you up, and when they’re stressed, maybe they’ll know they can turn to you, too.


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Mess Is Mine


There have been two important times in my life when I was invited “to the table”.

The first time was when I was still in San Diego, and the college group I attended launched the idea of “The Open Table”. It was a place for college kids to meet and hang out with other college kids who loved Jesus (and eat food). Even if a person didn’t love Jesus and was simply searching for something to believe in or something to be a part of, the heart of the Open Table was this: that’s okay, come as you are. We want you here.

The second time I was invited to the table was during my year as a resident assistant during my undergraduate years. A few days before the housing residents arrived, I sat under the shade of a large tree in the Pacific Northwest amongst other resident assistants. It was there that our Resident Director read to us from a book that would quickly become among my favorite books. She quoted from Shauna Niequist’s book Bread & Wine (Shameless plug: If you haven’t read this book, please do!). 

“We don’t come to the table to fight or defend…We come to the table because our hunger brings us there. We come with need, with fragility, with an admission of our humility. The table is the great equalizer, the level playing field that many of us have been looking everywhere for. The table is the place where the doing stops, the trying stops, the masks are removed, and we allow ourselves to be nourished, like children. We allow someone else to meet our need. In a world that prides people on not having needs, on going longer and faster, on going without, on powering through, the table is a place of safety and rest and humanity, where we are allowed to be as fragile as we feel.
Come to the table.”

Reflecting on these two significant moments, especially after Bread & Wine, I realized that living a life of inviting people to the table, and being part of a table, is exactly how I want to live my life–I never had the words to convey such emotions and desires until recently.

In recent days, I’m seeing a great divide in the world around me in big and small ways. Christians are becoming divided over issues to the point of slandering a certain population. Countries are at war amongst each other because differences are seemingly too great to overcome. Religions, and lack thereof, contend each other for who is right and who is wrong. Friends and family refuse to speak to each other over hurts. The list goes on. Many people seem to be in this mindset of “fend for yourself”. Overall, the act of living is extremely messy and when things get rough, we have the tendency of shutting down to everything around us, not being the open tables we need to be.

I will admit that at times I have not been the table I needed to be. There have been times when I’ve been so incredibly messy that I believed I had nothing but crumbs to offer to the people around me. Some days, that is still very true, but more often than not, it’s an excuse to keep from opening my heart to the needs around me as well as recognizing my own needs.

I’ve always been excited for Autumn, as this season has always represented new beginnings to me. As this Autumn slowly rolls around, I will be starting internship in a couple weeks. My second year (and last year) of grad school will consume my life, and I am entering this season with a heart that feels like such a mess. I am tired–working and studying within the helping profession leaves me drained in ways I never thought possible. I am navigating the waters with a friend I’ve been in a long-standing  stubborn squabble with. I’m learning to push through my natural inclination to shut down after a strange situation with an even stranger boy that abruptly ended. Finally, I am figuring out how to let the “real me” come through when all I feel is a deliberating sense of anxiety and low moods around the people I come in contact with–friends, family, and new people alike. And in spite all of my silly mess, I want to offer grace.

In spite of it all, I know I have a table to offer. At my table, I will not hide my mess and offer others the sacred safety and room to do the same. Regardless of the divides I see in the world in me, I want offer grace to allow people to come as they are and be nourished. I want to be a place where pretending doesn’t have to happen, trust can be built, and a place where both the people I love and the people I encounter can come to receive nourishment without judgement.

I strongly believe that the act of living involves messiness, and among the most wonderful things about living is that we never have to carry our messes on our own. Coming to the table should mean coming to a place of grace in which we carry each others burdens and receive nourishment for weary hearts regardless of backgrounds.

Come to the table.

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Tick Tock

Tick tock.

Tick tock.



Time has moved so terribly fast this year, and there are many things I could write about, but the most impactful was this:


Tick (Aug 2013)

Sitting in a room full of acquaintances and strangers, not knowing what to say. Looking around and wondering if anyone else felt the same doubt and silent fears as you. Am I good enough? Do I really have what it takes to be an RA? What if they made a mistake in choosing me?


Then you break into a smaller group. This little group of 9 faces, little do you know, will suddenly become the world to you. They will be the people pushing you to do your best. They will be the ones loving you even when you don’t want to be loved, and loving you through your mistakes. For the next 9 months, outside of your residents, your res life team becomes your family.

Your #GPCfamily.

Over the course of 9 months you find your walls breaking down with each fond memory and each picture taken. You find yourself laughing, and crying, and praying and simply being, with the nine people you suddenly can’t imagine life without.

Then one day, all the time you thought you had is gone.

Suddenly, you’re sitting in a room full of people who are your family. You watch with tears in your eyes as each of your beloved family members if affirmed for things you have come to love about them. You feel your breath hitching and your pulse racing as you begin to plead with God and you don’t even care that you look like a hot mess. It can’t be over, God. Please, no, it’s not enough time. I need more time. Fear grips your chest, and you realize you’re scared as hell for whatever comes next.

But you know. Somewhere, beneath your surface selfishness that a family will always be a family, and it is better to watch your beloved #GPCFamily disperse into 9 different paths. While you want to keep them to yourself, you’re happy knowing someone else will get to experience the same joy and love you did.

That blasted clock is still ticking. Your heart is still breaking. And yet, you are smiling. You are smiling because your heart had loved much. Your heart has expanded and grown in ways that you never would have dreamed, and you are still scared as hell, but you excited for whatever comes next.


Tock (May 2014)

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Tangled Lights


I once read a quote that read: “you can tell a lot about a person by how they react to tangled Christmas lights and sudden rain”.  This is one of the truest quotes I have ever read.  What if we applied the same idea to people?

Earlier today I got to have one-on-one time in a loud Mexican restaurant with a friend I don’t get to see very often.  I don’t get to spend time with him because I’m in school and he’s busy being innovative.  So in the time I’m back in California, he’s one of the people I often try to spend time with at least once.

During our conversation, he said something that got my wheels thinking unseasonably about tangled Christmas lights.  He mentioned how at one time, people forgot to ask him “how are you”, and because of this, he forgot to ask himself how he was.

Do you ever find yourself hurrying along on a busy day and you pass someone you know.  You both nod at each other and say “hey, how are you”, and that person says “I’m well”.  As soon as the answer is out of their mouth you quickly respond “that’s great, have a good day!” and hurry along on your way?

I admit I’m guilty of this as I walk to and from class, to meetings, and from class to the quiet peace of my room behind a closed door.  In these passings, I am only thinking about myself and what I have to do.  In these instances I am missing the words that are unsaid and overlooking the emotions that clearly say that someone is feeling anything but “well”.

I know that life is busy and we can’t always stop and spend hours with a person delving into their life story.  But life is also messy, and there are minutes in a day that we are free to ask someone how they’re doing and really mean it.

When it comes to tangled Christmas lights, I go into the task of untangling them with dedication and determination.  After two minutes I give up and throw them away and wait for someone else to do it.

I clearly remember doing this last year in my apartment with my 3 roommates.  The stupid lights would not untangle and I got so frustrated that I left them on our living room floor and caught up on episodes of Downton Abbey instead.  My roommate came home and I told her my frustration.  After she put her stuff away she came to the living room the right the mess I had made.

I watched her as she patiently considered the lights before gently unworking the tangles without complaint.  Slowly but surely she got them done.

“I hate untangling lights,” she said as she carefully laid them to the side so we could decorate the tree later.

I hate untangling lights too, but what set my roommate and I apart were our levels of patience.  While I cursed in anger, she worked in silence only sighing in annoyance a few times.

People are a lot like tangled strands of lights, poetically speaking.  We are all a bunch of messy and jumbled hearts filled with knots that require patience to unravel. I know I am, and I know you probably are too.  And when someone takes the time to unravel us, to patiently regard us despite all of our twists, we are allowed to glow in the most beautiful of ways.

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Cherish Every Moment



With every step through my darkened hall, it’s as though every decoration begins to fade and the ghosts of loud laughter follow me as I check on empty rooms, eerily taking me back to the end of summer when I first arrived on Guy 300. Time has flown too fast.  One minute I was applying to be an RA, the next I walked the empty halls during hot summer afternoons putting up decorations, and the next I’m taking down the Christmas decorations, prepping for next semester before I leave for Winter Holiday.  I know that come January these rooms will be filled again and I’ll be walking up and down reminding these girls to be quiet (they don’t listen, haha!)

Buy Guy 300 will not be the same.

While the majority of my girls will be returning next semester, there are a couple that won’t be coming back to the floor.  Two of them are international students from Korea, and they are the sweetest girls anyone will ever meet.  It’s incredibly difficult saying goodbye to people that I’ve lived with for the past 4 months, and while I want to remain optimistic and say “I’ll see you later”, I can’t make promises I don’t know if I can keep.  While it would be a dream to visit them, I’m afraid of letting the dream become something to hope in, especially if it doesn’t happen.

Instead, I have memories.  Memories from laughing. Sweet memories and sweet pictures of beautiful people that I hope to never forget. With my first semester of being an RA coming to a close, I say this:

Cherish every moment. Be SO incredibly present with the people you are with.  That doesn’t always mean being with them all the time, but it means that in the time you have them within reach, cherish that person.  Love them as hard and as wholly as you possibly can. If you’re anything like me, you’re going to get caught up in the “shoulds woulds and coulds” (I should have…I would have…I could have…), and they are terrible reminders that we are only human and we cannot fully satisfy others’ needs sometimes.  While it is painful to get caught up in that spiral, remember that no matter how great or how small, no matter if you see or not, you’ve made a different.

In some significant and not necessarily visible, my life has been changed.  I hope I’ve changed lives along the way too.  Whether it be a memory of someone who simply offered a sweet smile, or a strong memory of a dear friend, the impact that has been placed our very souls are are real.

Every moment has value, from the most grand moments to the minute details…cherish it.

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Another New Beginning

Summer vacation is officially over. I have been back at school for a little over a week and I am in the midst of Res Life training–uh was it really only two months ago when I said “I have all the time in the world to do _____”? Where has that time gone?!

My days are filled with information, people, more information, activity, and more information–I know you’re pretty jealous, right? Sometimes I find myself in these informational meetings just thinking “wow, man, I’m going to be an RA.” I know for many people that’s not a big deal, but for me it is! Here’s the thing: everyone who knows me on a somewhat semi-deep level know that I am very introverted and reclusive. I want to spend my entire life reading books, attempting to write books, and going on long roadtrips. What’s an introvert and recluse like me masquerading as an RA for? I mean, the scholarship is great, but seriously is it worth it?

So here I am, in this private room (a room to myself for the first time in 3-4 years) with tape, scissors, papers, and other decorating paraphernalia cluttering my space preparing for the 35 girls I will be blessed to do life with for the next school year–my senior year.

A lot of the time I will confess that I feel nervous as I anticipate the craziness that will surely follow this next year. Often I find myself asking “Lord, do I have the strength and capacity to do this? God, am I good enough?”

Then I remember as I enter this new year–a time in which anything can happen…I have been called to be exactly where I am.

For two years the Lord has put it on my heart to be an RA. I ignored the first call, and the second time I was called, after much internal debate, I listened.

There’s a quote I once heard/read that goes as follows:

“God did not call the equipped, but He equipped the called.”

A few paragraphs ago I mentioned all I want to do is read books, which is true, but to be honest, do you know what my greater dream has always been? My life dream is to meet with one new person every day and hear their life story. No distractions, no judgement, and plenty of vulnerability. I would hear this new person’s story and I would tell mine, that is my real life dream.

With this new school year quickly approaching, and as apprehension butterflies through my stomach, my feet are steady.

My hands might be shaking, but I know who I am and I know I have been called. If I am not equipped to do the job I have been called to do then God will be glorified as He strengthens me to be the leader/woman of faith/warrior I know I am behind my quiet shell. And if I have been equipped with the exact talents needed for my floor then God will be glorified still because it is my intention to make Him known with every step.

Sometimes, I refer to my life as a YA novel or some television show. Even though it is my life, I often cast myself as a side character as I give myself the role of the supporting friend. This year though, I feel that this “show’s” season or this “book’s” sequel will finally be my own story. God will always, as He has always been, the main character, but I have a feeling that this will be a year of growth for me.

I don’t know what to expect on this journey, but that will not stop me from going–steady feet with shaking hands and all.

So, pray for me as I embark on this new year. Pray that I will always remember where and Who my help comes from. Please pray that I will do well in my final year of school as I prep for Grad school (eek!), be an RA, work at my DCFS job, and make new genuine and deep friendships (I will admit to being kind of lonely when I don’t have a close friend or two by my side).

With all that being said….Lessgo!!

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What Kind of Leader Do You Want to be Remembered as?







“What kind of leader do you want to be remembered as?”

I sat there, not expecting that question. There were a few seconds of silence as I thought about this question. Finally I responded, “I want to be remembered as compassionate.”

Thinking back on that answer a couple hours after my interview I realized that while compassionate is good, I think the word I was looking for was “servant”. I want to be remembered as a leader who was first a servant.

To expand on that idea…to lead is to serve others before yourself. It is making yourself available, going the extra mile, and being willing to love and listen. It’s simply being there for someone.

I have recently found out that I get to be an RA next year—my final year of my undergraduate degree! I’m super excited to serve my school in such a way, yet at the same time I’m pretty nervous. I think I have a tendency to take my jobs more seriously than they need to be, but  I suppose that can’t always be a bad thing, can it?

Even so, most importantly, I’m excited to serve and to help. While I am blessed by the financial freedom this job will give me, I am more excited to grow alongside a group of young women, be their friend, watch them learn, and learn with them.  I strongly believe that a leader must also be willing to learn from the ones they lead.

With this being said, I ask the same question of you:

What kind of leader would you want to be remembered as? Why?

Please feel free to answer! :)

May God bless you!


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*Ignoring the part where I haven’t written anything on this blog in the past month. . .*

While telling his incredible story, my friend said that he believes that God wants us to fight for the things we want. At the time, I nodded and smiled, not really expecting that comment to mean so much to me as it does now.

This past weekend has been very eventful…even if I spent the majority of my Friday and Saturday moping.

It started on Friday when I found out that I wasn’t accepted to be part of NUMA. For those of you that don’t know, NUMA is a missions leadership team at my school. I applied for the positions of Outreach and Lifegroup director. Since the moment I submitted my application, there was nothing more I wanted than to be in either of those positions. When 5 o’clock finally rolled around and I checked my e-mail to find out the results, it was like the wind was knocked out of me when I read “if you’ve received this e-mail we’re sorry to inform you that you have not been selected…”. Even though I had been expecting words along those lines since I bombed my interview, it was hard to see it in writing.

Doing my best to accept the words and move on, I inserted myself back into the whirlwind of make-up, colorful dresses, and chaos as girls rushed up and down the hall preparing for Evening (which is like prom, but without dancing) that would start in a few hours. After carefully applying make-up and having one of my good girl friends excellently curl my hair I lacked confidence in how I looked. After slipping into my dress and stepping into my 3-4 inch bright red heels, my smile couldn’t reach my eyes. Throughout the night, despite reassurances from friends and even a homeless man who hit on me (O_0) in the streets of Seattle nothing could take the insecurities away. Looking at the pictures of that night, in the majority of them, I can easily tell that I’m not there mentally.

On Saturday the sun shined warmly and brightly over campus and spent the majority of my afternoon outside soaking in the vitamin D. Even then, I was still upset, but not only at not getting the position but also at how I acted the night before. Even after talking to a good friend from home and reading a convicting passage in the Bible, I wasn’t convinced. I wanted to mope and I wanted to stay pessimistic.

So I did.

I sat outside in the sun with a long face. Then when it got too cold, I lied in my room with a long face.

A few hours of this dramatic pessimism passed and it was time to do something about it. Sitting there in my anger and sadness I thought about it. I knew realistically in a week’s time I’d be smiling and laughing again. Just a few days ago I was feeling ridiculously blessed knowing that I’d be in the Student Apartments next year, thus saving well over $1000. Yet when things don’t go my way, I throw a silent tantrum. It’s time for me to learn to praise God and recognize Him even in “hard times”.

Today is a much better day.

I can say with 100% sincerity that those chosen for NUMA are absolutely perfect. I have many things I can say about not being NUMA, but that wouldn’t be right. Above all reasoning is God’s perfect planning and who can argue with that?

As for my insecurities…those are still my battles.

I wanted NUMA, and just because I wasn’t chosen to be a recognized representative, doesn’t mean I’m going to stop being involved in ministry. I’m still going to throw my whole heart into what I do with homeless ministry and Embargo and the NU community.

Back to my insecurities…I could continuously lie down and let myself fall into a pit of despair, believing that I’m not good enough physically or mentally or spiritually. Instead I choose to fight and hold on to who God says I am.

In the end, it’s not about holding a prestigious position or about needing to be complimented on spending 2 hours dressing up. While those things are nice, the most important thing is knowing who I am in Christ. While I’m still recovering from these trials, I consider them joy because I’m only going to continue with the heart and passion God gave me. I’m going to finish this semester strong. I’m going to continuously throw all that I am onto God and His ministry. If that means fighting to the faith and fighting to stay optimistic, and fighting for a real smile than so be it. Even if I’m still hurting over things I consider silly, I choose to wake up tomorrow with gladness and joy. These are what I want and that is definitely worth the fight.

Bring it, last 2-3 weeks of the semester!!

In Christ,


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The first week of school was completed with a 3-day weekend. However, instead of waking up Tuesday morning and trudging up the highest hill of my university at 8:45 A.M. while it is below 45 degrees, we were all greeted by the sight of sparkly magical snow covering everything at school.

Not only was there a snow day on Tuesday (my first snow day EVER), there was one today and there is one tomorrow! Instead of a 3-day weekend, we’re blessed with a 6-day weekend! While I’m getting used to and loving this magical weather, I do admit it is bittersweet. I love that there’s no school and I get to sleep in. I especially love that the snow days are happening at the beginning of the semester so there’s not much to work to catch up on. I love spending extra days relaxing instead of being on a “let’s go let’s go let’s go!!” schedule.

It’s bitter because there is a lot of ice on the roads and I’m terrified for the drivers out there who have to get to work or go places–this is the worst storm Seattle’s seen in a couple of years so people aren’t used to it. It’s bitter because I’m not earning income. It’s bitter because I did not pay thousands of dollars to sit on my butt and not learn and all the professors will make us catch up on our work like crazy.

In this extra time I have off, I’ve spent a lot of my time sitting bundled in my purple blanket staring out windows. In every moment as I watch the snow fall or as I watch ice melt in shinning drops off picturesque branches, I am reminded in every instance to take a moment and simply thank God.

Thank God, for as silly as it seems, that there’s no school. During these snow days it has been my delight to see schoolmates, professors, and neighbors from the community come together to build giant snowmen, race down hills on sleds, build forts, chat in front of the fire, or watch movies together in ways that wouldn’t happen if school was in session.

I thank God for the moment when I looked out the window and saw this little squirrel running around on a snow covered dumpster. I was momentarily sad because it’s such a cute little creature and I felt bad for it. Then I was reminded that it would be taken care of. That squirrel will find what it needs–it will be provided for, just as we are provided for. I thank God that He loves us more than He loves cute little squirrels.

I thank God for the staff that works at the Caf, those who brave ice, snow, and terrible drivers to come and feed us. I was talking to Mary, one of the employees, and she was terrified of driving with ice of the roads. Thank God she got to and from work safely!


There’s something magical about snow. I can’t quite put my finger on it, but I know it’s there waiting to be discovered. It’s like the world has been reborn in the quiet stillness of the white night. Or it’s like every footstep in the 3-5 inch deep snow tells a story and I want to hear it all.

There’s something about the quiet majestic way in which the snow falls that makes me pause what I’m doing and simply stare out the window in awe. Even now, as I’m typing this, I find myself overcome with the need to take a minute and simply listen and wait.

I believe every opportunity in my life is a chance to learn and be taught by only the greatest teacher ever: Christ. And maybe that’s what I’m taking away from these few days outside of the classroom. Instead of rushing to cram every last bit of information about the Hellenistic period or what culture is into my memory, I need a lesson in taking a break and simply resting in the beauty that God creates.

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**We’re** Made for a Deeper Love

Of the 5 classes I’m in, 3 (maybe even 4) are all for my major, Psychology. As fun as that should sound, it’s not. Except for one class, all the others are soul-killers. What am I doing at 8 AM? Sleeping in? NOPE! I’m sitting in Physiological Psychology!

So maybe it’s not that bad, maybe I’m a bit of an over-exaggerator. Either way, the point I want to get across is that I’m weary.

I’m done.

I’m tired.

I’m ready to throw in the towel in more ways than one.

My brain is done learning this science.

My heart is done aching and feeling alone.

My soul has grown so weary, I’m just about ready to stop running the race.

I know what I’ve been called to do, but is there passion behind what I do? Some days, I feel like I’m just going through the motions. Like I’m not fully alive, just breathing and doing the bare minimum.

Then I was asked the question: “what do you want to bring to the table when it comes to youth ministry. What is your passion?”

After spending time with Jesus, praying on my words, and finally, listening to this sermon (from Evergreen Community Church), I know what I am passionate about.

My passion is community. My passion is family. When I start to volunteer at Evergreen as a youth leader, that’s one of the things I hope exudes from me (the others being a love for Christ and a willingness to serve Him). I want to build up the spirit of community, family and love! This is one of the reasons why I chose the picture you see. All these girls, 2 are commuters, and the rest of us are all on different floors. They’re my community, my sisters in Christ, each young woman lovely in her own unique way.

This walk that we are on is not meant to be alone. Christians, humanity in general was not meant to be alone. We are meant to be together! As one! One unit! WE are a body with Christ as Head. WE. US. TOGETHER.

I want love and unity to surround me, and I hope to share that with all the others I’m around. I want to be someone a person will feel safe talking to.

I know this is what I’m passionate about. Now, as for my calling (the youth)…how can I marry these two things?

I’m in psychology to eventually become a licensed counselor so that I can work with youth for a living. I want to be a mentor. I hope that I will always be in touch with youth ministry wherever I am so that as I get older, I can become a mentor students. That I can help create a safe haven.

I continually pray that this is what God has for me. This passion, and this calling, I hope this is how I can be used.

With this passion ignited, a flame that makes me draw continually closer to God…

…I’ll study harder.

…I’ll seek others out instead of dwelling on myself.

…I’ll run this race with endurance because Jesus is right beside me, always. And, obviously, through all of this, I cannot do it. I cannot do anything on my own. All that I hope to do is done in and for Christ Jesus, the One that sustains me.

I challenge you now. What are your passions? What is your calling?

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