Finding Strength When Doubt Surges

I’m in 7th grade. My team in P.E. soccer has chosen me, for some bewildering reason, to kick a penalty goal that will win or lose the game. It’s pouring down rain and the field is slick with mud. I gear up for the kick, fully doubting my ability to make the goal for my…

When Busy Becomes an Identity

Many people, Americans in particular, tend to thrive on busyness and take a strange pride in it—while at the same time complaining about it. I am 100% guilty of this. When asked how I’m doing, I’ve definitely responded with, “Good! Busy, but good.” Then soon after, I talk about all the things I’ve intentionally involved…

Bold in Prayer

‘Bold’ is never a word I would use to describe myself. As a child and teenager, I was prone to anxiety and shied away from anything that would create conflict and make my stomach turn to knots. I remember my mom telling me several times throughout my adolescent years that I needed to learn to…