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One of the many things to have come out of this waiting season is the space to see how my friends handle me in my low moments. I’ve always been the friend people come to for advice, help, or comfort. I like to joke that I’m a self-cleaning machine, I deal with the difficult stuff
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After graduating with my bachelor’s degree, I decided to join graduate school. As I looked for a job, I figured I might as well advance my education. It was convenient, classes were in the evenings, the school wasn’t far from home, and I lived with my parents at the time. A few months later, I
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This month has tested me in unimaginable ways. My TV and phone broke down, a mouse came into my house through the kitchen, and I’ve just been having a really hard time coping. The first week began with me volunteering at a children’s camp in my church. I signed up mainly because it gave me
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It’s been seven months of unemployment, and I’m exhausted in ways I can’t always name. Exhausted from hoping, applying, waiting, and from waking up every day to face the same uncertainty. Everyone keeps encouraging me to go outside. “Take a walk,” they say. “It’ll make you feel better. Clear your head.” But how do I
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This year, my birthday felt like any other day. No grand celebration, no big surprises, just me, in my house, doing my best to be grateful. I turned 34 in a season of unemployment, so my mind was elsewhere. Instead of thinking about cake or plans, I was thinking about applications, interviews, and waiting, waiting
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I’ve never appreciated living in my apartment more than I have over the past five months. The last time I was unemployed and waiting for a job breakthrough, I loathed my living situation. That apartment was tiny. The kitchen felt like a corridor, the environment was noisy and dusty, and the bathroom, combined with the
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April was a hard month. I struggled deeply with waiting on God. It wasn’t the kind of waiting where you sit quietly and patiently, but the kind that feels like you’re sinking while begging for something to hold onto. I slipped often. I fell back into sin, blamed God, got angry with Him, avoided reading
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We often think of the waiting season as a time of stagnation, a limbo where we sit idly by and hope for a promise to be fulfilled. Maybe it’s a job, a relationship, or a breakthrough in our lives that we feel is just around the corner. But what if this waiting season is more
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I am a planner. I like to know what comes next. For as long as I can remember, I have found comfort in structure, in having a roadmap for my life. But in the past few years, God has been teaching me a different lesson one of trust, faith, and surrender. I have had to
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I’ve struggled with my body image for as long as I can remember. Growing up, I always felt different, uncomfortable in my own skin, and unsure of where I fit in. For years, I believed that something was wrong with me because I didn’t look the way society expected me to or how the other
...THROUGH MY EYES ✨ 