Breaking down the moving boxes was the hardest part. For three years, I’d kept them intact. Why bother breaking them down when in a few months I’d have to build them up again? But a year and a few days ago, I slid a pocket knife through the packing tape between the cardboard flaps, folded …
The leaves are changing. Another fall is sprinting by, trees turning shade by shade from vernal green to autumnal gold. For months now, I have spent Sunday mornings driving down winding northern Virginia roads to church at my friends’ apartment, watching the sun dawn over those trees as they change from green to yellow to …
This weekend, almost to the day, I will move for the fifth time in twelve months. After bouncing from a summer internship in Richmond to my college apartment at Mason to a semester abroad in Oxford to my parents’ house for two months of a statewide shutdown, I will pack up my boxes and move …
In college, everything feels temporary. Every three or four months, a new semester or a break begins, bringing with it a new schedule, new tasks, and new expectations, not to mention a physical move to home or school. With every change, I have to say goodbye to one of the places and some of the …
I am a planner. I mean a Four-Year-Plan, multiple-sheet Excel worksheet, down-to-the-minute planner. Unfortunately, sometimes things go out of order, a little bit helter-skelter – and other things just go completely wrong. I’d like to tell you that my reaction to those moments is a deep breath and an acknowledgment of God’s sovereignty. Unfortunately, too …
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