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I spent New Year’s in a chicken coop.

I spent the last week of 2016 in the middle of nowhere, sleeping in a chicken coop with my dog.


Jesus is NOT my Valentine.

I think the phrase “Jesus is my Valentine” is a load of crap. No, He isn’t. That is lonely, single, Christian language for “I don’t have a date tonight so I’m stuck eating at Noodles & Co. with my friend." Jesus can’t take me on a date. He can’t buy me flowers (or burritos). As far as I’m concerned, He’s not the best Valentine. There are plenty of people in this world that could buy me flowers...or a freakin' burrito. So why doesn’t that tangible love leave me feeling satisfied? Why am I still lonely?


Philippians 4:13 for the non-athletes

I was being super spiritual and doing a morning devotion a few days ago when I came across the familiar verse, Philippians 4:13. I didn’t even need to open my Bible. I pictured myself finishing my first half-marathon in record time and getting a first place medal that weighs my neck down because it is… Continue reading Philippians 4:13 for the non-athletes