I’ve been a journaler since I could write legibly, and I have the elementary pre-teen angst journals to prove it. They’re mostly filled with elaborate stories about boys I liked… Read more where else would I go? →
By now, you surely know of my unabashed love for the television show, Parenthood and the Braverman family. It’s a little sad, really, that I continually fall into this cycle… Read more On Parenthood and #Joelia →
I signed up for a writing class this past summer, thinking that now would be the perfect time to explore this untapped gift. I’ve always had a knack for words–better… Read more how i (slowly) became a mother →
It’s December 17th, we are right in the season of Advent, and I can’t recall a time I have longed for Jesus so badly. This week has been nothing short of longing. Longing for hope, peace, and anything that remotely resembles joy. And this is just my little life. One of my friends had her heart ripped out of her chest on Tuesday morning, discovering that the little boy she thought was going to be hers was in fact not anymore. They call it adoption reversal, which sounds like a… Read more longing and begging →
This has been a constant theme in my life and the way I see people. How comforting that we are more than our flesh portrays.
Lord, make me an instrument of your peace. Where there is hatred, let me sow love; where there is injury,pardon; where there is doubt, faith; where there is despair, hope; where there is darkness, light; and where there is sadness, joy. O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console; to be understood as to understand; to be loved as to love. For it is in giving that we receive; it is in pardoning that we are pardoned; and it is in… Read more prayer from assisi →
When I was in preschool, I obsessed over The Little Mermaid. I wanted everything to resemble Ariel–my clothes, my hair, my swimsuits, and yes–even my bandaids. One time when I was grocery shopping with my mom, I grabbed a big box of Little Mermaid Bandaids and slipped them into my pocket–not realizing, of course, that was a crime. I just wanted a bandaid, right? On the drive home, I got them out of the box and started sticking them all over my body–toes, knees, shins, arms, even my forehead. I… Read more bandaids →