I recently published a book. My first. You might have heard. It’s all about struggle and redemption, and I titled it Struggle Central: Quarter-Life Confessions of a Messed Up Christian.
But that’s almost not what it was called.
I spent many weeks brainstorming the perfect title. The “Struggle Central” portion emerged without much conscious effort thanks to last summer’s hearty camp experience hiding in bathroom stalls – my centralized Struggle Headquarters … Continue reading
This particular kind of video adventure has been a long time coming. For a while, I kinda lost the “spirit” of Wandering Wednesday. Back when this creative concept was instated in 2011, I envisioned many spontaneous drives to the coast, mountains, city, and desert alike. Seeing new sights and hearing new sounds, adding more colors to my wandering palette.
And then I started wandering places I’d already ventured.
But this is a good … Continue reading
I’m 26 years old. Well, the beard helps me look 26; without it, my delicate mug is hardly pushing 19.
Patchy facial hair notwithstanding, I don’t feel 26. Not at all. I don’t feel like I’m in the second half of my twenties, and most of the time I really don’t know what age I feel.
18? 21? 4 1/2?
Regardless the flippant number, I do know one thing: I feel at least 5 years … Continue reading
While this blog has gradually grown more serious over the last few months, I don’t like to be so serious all the time. I have a little Joker in me, after all. And one of my favorite outlets for inspiration, humorous or otherwise, is Walmart.
Dearest, dearest Walmart.
One of my most popular posts of all-time is this innocent little recap … Continue reading
A month ago, I posted an excerpt from Struggle Central. It was one of my more insecurity-inducing posts, as the memoir penetrated the surface of my struggles from camp last summer — struggles I only vaguely referenced on this blog before diving into them headfirst with my book.
That particular Struggle Central excerpt featured the heart-racing, chill-inducing, gaze-gathering day when … Continue reading
Last week, I did something I’m not usually prone to doing. I made an impulse decision. Although, to be fair, it was an impulse decision preceded by a few weeks of legitimate pontificating: Should I eventually or should I immediately register for Donald Miller’s Storyline conference in Nashville?
After dwelling for years on “eventually,” I spontaneously made the shift to “immediately” on an unsuspecting Friday afternoon.
This … Continue reading