The black hole of my mind. I can spend hours pondering my future, internalizing anxiety and trying to over-analyze my heart's current state. I can become absorbed in replaying memories, following threads into tomorrow, running
Motto for the summer, courtesy of a fictional children's hero: "Get scared later." I have been blessedly led to an internship in The Suburbs. I have been working with H the Women's Ministry Director. I
Orlando. Jane Doe, the survivor of the Stanford rape case. I read their words today. The world is broken, suffering, a slew of one-after-the-others. ISIS. Another Ebola outbreak. Another mass shooting at a high school.
"Above all else, guard your heart, for everything you do flows from it." -King Solomon. Prov 4:23. I grew up in the mid-2000s, hyper-purity youth group culture of Christianity. Youth group emphasized saving yourself
Tonight, I met Hagar. She was pushing a stroller at top speed through the subway tunnel. She was haggard, dirty, poorly dressed. Her daughter was eerily silent. "Excuse me, I was wondering if you could