The Forgotten Sparrow

I can’t speak for anyone else, but these last few months, my relationship with the Lord has been rocky, to say the absolute least about it. This rockiness was entirely rooted in a consistent anxiousness and a near reliance on that anxiousness to assure me that I have some kind of control. Anxiety is an…

The Grass Isn’t Greener When There’s a Hand to Hold

I’ve noticed that, lately, a lot of the conversations I’ve had with other single women have taken to a similar tone—I like being single, but sometimes I just really don’t. And that’s fair, a little confusing, but fair—because I get it when people say that. I’ve been single for like 2 ½ years, and every…

Where We Move Toward Fear

I’ve been thinking a lot about Fear, mostly because I am very fearful. Fear is so big, well, at least it seems that way. It is humongous and covers every part of our lives in different ways—and in saying that, I don’t mean that constantly, we are fearful (although I’m pretty close), but that there…

Colorful Classrooms and Whitewashed Curriculum

In a class I took recently, one of my professors told a story about a couple 17-something year old Latinx students she had in one of her classes years ago. It was something along the lines of students needing to find something in a newspaper, that’s the extent of the premise that I remember. But…