For me, the lesson of young adulthood has been how to appreciate the beauty of investing in the community around me. Not used to long-term residence or relationships, I’ve been learning to trust God in the indefinite termlessness of young adulthood. What does it mean, I used to ask, to stay somewhere and to love it?
Category: Life
My Teachers
On a warm May Saturday evening, we sit down around the table in my parents’ dining room. Five couples, the parents of my friends and peers, they form a small group at Bethany Community Church. On Saturday night, they welcomed me as a guest speaker, giving me the floor for a few minutes to share…
Gluten Free Waffles (and what they tell me about the future)
I only want a tuna melt. When I moved out of the dorms and had to learn to cook not just once in a while, for amusement, but every single night, tuna melts were one of my first regular meals. They’re delicious, tuna melts, a magical marriage of mayonnaise and meltiness, all bound together with fish. …
History in Skagit Valley
The still grey valleys–Snohomish and Skagit–grow smaller as we keep driving. It’s Sunday morning, early, and Holly and I are on a quest. We’re searching for history. History in general: as we drive east along Highway 20, towards the closed Washington Pass, towns built a century ago still bear the faces of their youth. History…
Steps
To algebra problems that threatened to keep me in the seventh grade, then the mysterious day when I understood that mere mortals didn’t see the whole problem at once. They knew only the first step.
The Way Home 