Maybe my soul needed this- this time home, doing classes online. All of the sudden, with normalcy ripped away, I am finding love in doing the things that only a couple weeks ago brought stress and pressed into my "precious time." And now? Time is weird in this season. This social distancing and shelter in place has made rapid change...
Saying bye to friends, packing my bags, walking to the Metra train to head home for a two week Spring Break. Everything was normal. And then a week later, I received an email from my school: campus would be closed for the remainder of the Spring semester and classes would resume online due to the rampantly spreading Corona Virus.
Learning to be comfortable. To be comfortable when I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. To be comfortable in the skin God gave me, to be comfortable with the body He gave me, to trust He knows me better than I know myself and hand-crafted me. I am His creation and He calls me very good. He is singing over me. ...
As I began my first semester of Junior year back in August, I was full of anticipation. I had just returned home from studying abroad in the UK and Ireland and looked forward to cultivating the friendships I had made overseas. I was overjoyed to be reunited with friends I had made the previous year on campus. Close friends...
It's strangling. This thing called depression. It begins as a small whisper.
To be honest, there is one thing that saddens me within my peer group. One thing that has lately been weighing heavily on my heart. Something I believe deserves our full attention for a hot minute.