There's no manuscript for adulting but, boy, do I wish there was! Tonight, I had a plan: come home from work, cook a dinner of pork chops and veggies, and go to bed. My plan was fool-proof—almost. As I was cutting my freshly cooked and perfectly seasoned pork chops, the unthinkable happened: my plate tumbled... Continue Reading →
Being Present for Today in 2019
It's nearing the end of the first day of 2019 and everything that could distract me is vying for my attention: my random thoughts, both good and bad, the book of Dr. Maya Angelou's poetry I have open on my desk, even my current shuffled iTunes playlist. Last year I was so focused on operating... Continue Reading →
And Jesus Asked, “Who Do You Say That I Am?”
He asked His disciples, "13Who do people say that the Son of Man is?" 14And they said, "Some say John the Baptist; others, Elijah; still others, Jeremiah or one of the prophets." 15"But you," He asked them, "who do you say that I am?" 16Simon Peter answered, "You are the Messiah, the Son of the... Continue Reading →
A Letter to Panic Attacks and Anxiety
Dear Anxiety and PTSD-induced Panic Attacks, I hate you. No, I loathe you. You are the bane of my existence and the reason I can't enjoy the things that once brought me peace and happiness like God or writing or reading. Yes, even reading (don't ask, just know that it is horrendous). You make me... Continue Reading →
Panic Attacks and Sexuality in the Church
My pastor talked about sex last Tuesday night. I knew that before I got there, thanks to the Facebook post on our mid-week service page. In hindsight, I probably should not have gone, but I'm getting ahead of myself. For context, we're currently going through the book of Ephesians and Tuesday night's passage of Scripture... Continue Reading →
Musings of a Wanderer 