Be Still, My Ever-Wandering Heart.

I quickly find that in the midst of my daily life, there is an insurmountable peace that exceeds understanding running upon a parallel path. There’s a lot I know; but even more, I do not. And I believe that is okay. As humans I think we spend a lot of time thinking that if we …

One for the Books

Hey y’all! All I can say is WOW! This week has been one for the books. Yes, yes, I know – sleep deprived many of us may be, but, life in general has been pretty gosh darn wonderful, filled with ample reflecting time and ah-ha moments. This morning, I even found myself humming the theme song to Jojo’s …

Schoon Chapel: Graves Hall’s Underground Secret

So a few weeks back, a friend of mine let me in on a secret about Graves Hall. I know writing it out in a blog post defeats the purpose of it being a secret, but nevertheless it’s too much of a gift not to share: In Hope College, there is a building called Graves …

The Facade of the First Few Weeks

The first few days of college are strange, but the following three weeks are the strangest. I made a lot of friends when I moved in, but that’s not the hard part. The hard part is the pretense that comes with being in a new environment. Everyone just moved in, and everyone wants to meet …

A Letter on Faith, Part One

Over the past few weeks I’ve been throwing the word “trust” around in my head, but it makes my mind swirl. I’ve been busy with difficult classes and work and Bible studies and friends and God, trying to figure out how it all fits together. And the truth is, I don’t know. But what’s been …

Bible Journaling

I believe that there are many languages in life. Of course there’s the spoken one- English, French, Chinese, Spanish, Dutch, etc. In my mind I see many other languages too: love languages, the language in actions, and different learning languages; these are all different ways that we go about life. They’re a part of who …

433 Miles

433 Miles. Six hours and twenty-four minutes. That’s all that separates me from my front door. When I first committed to Hope, distance didn’t seem like that big of a deal to me. Sure, Pittsburgh is a long way from Holland, but in my naive, eighteen-year-old mind, I thought it would be easy. Now, I’m …