Someone once said that perfect is the enemy of good. For context, I live in Colombia and work with vulnerable population through local foundations. I used to dream of being able to do what I do now. Yet lately, things in general do not seem as exciting, as new, as fulfilling as they did when I first arrived. Nothing is necessarily wrong, it just isn't perfect like I imagined it would be. Lately, I have been feeling stuck at work. After months of seeing little to no progress w

My whole life I have had these annoying baby hairs around my face that curl up and refuse to cooperate with any hairstyle. My hair has always been wavy, but because I did not know how to style it, I used to brush it out until it was somewhat straight. When I started junior high, I bought a straightener and used it nearly every day. Even then, on a humid or rainy day, the baby hairs around my face would inevitably curl up, reminding me I had never really figured out how to man

Last week was Easter week. I started off strong with a reading plan on the Bible app to focus my attention on the historical events of Easter week that I celebrate at a follower of Jesus. By day three of the nine day plan, I was already two days behind... a promising prognostic. Here in Colombia, there are plenty of distractions to keep one busy during "Semana Santa" in addition to the normal distractions of life. I got caught up in a whirlwind of unexpected events and barely

Leaving Louisiana again, even after only a short visit, has been really hard for me. I love my family and love where I am from. Those in-between transition days of travel always fill me with a sense of never being fully home or complete. Being completely transparent, in moments that hurt like this, I'm tempted to throw in the towel and do anything that would be easier, anything that would hurt less. For the past four years, I have worked cross-culturally meaning that I usuall

I bought a succulent in November and named her Gina. I am a serial plant killer and unfortunately this case was no different. Gina shriveled up and died... mostly. A toxic trait of mine is that I always want to rescue things, so when I saw a video on youtube explaining how, with a few leaves from a succulent, you could propagate new ones, I got to work. I ripped off the last few leaves that had a bit of life left in them and set them in a little pot. I diligently took care of

I tend to think of myself as structured, type A, sense of urgency, and always slightly stressed person. I'm learning to love myself, but there are many things I truly want to work on and change about myself. For years I have been practicing different coping skills that would hopefully rewire my brain and teach me a different way of being. For example- over the last 3 years I have made a habit of literally choosing the longest line at the grocery store to teach myself to be pa

I don't like when people see me in the middle of a process. It feels embarassing. I prefer displaying finished products. Maybe it is a fear of someone seeing the humanness in me. Maybe it's pride. I don't know. Moving to a new apartment in a new country, I have very few material things to fill my apartment with. I have been looking forward to a house warming party of sorts but thought I needed to wait until I had the apartment fixed up exactly like my Pinterest board before i

I studied French in school for six years. I always wanted to be able to speak it since my family has Cajun French roots. After graduation, I began traveling and learning Spanish, forgetting most of the French I had learned over the years. Seven years later, I decided to take up studying the language again. I was above the moon leading up to my first day, but after half of the class, I was straight up over it. I barely remembered anything from school and felt so frustrated for

The other day I was headed home after a conference. It looked like it was going to rain, but I was hoping to get ahead of it. A few blocks after being picked up, it started to sprinkle, but I insisted we continue on and beat it. It started coming down so hard that I was soaked and angry and finally gave in to pulling over. I couldn't stand the idea of waiting out the rain, so I walked around and tried to find a cheap rain suit. I noticed everyone else standing around just pat

Sometimes manna in the wilderness seems more like a punishment than it does provision. Sometimes manna looks like seasons of shifting, silence, loss, and uncomfortable transitions. Manna was God's way of caring for his people when they were on their way to somewhere new, a place he promised them. I wasn't there, but I'm sure eating the same thing a million times over got old and boring. What a boring thing to eat and repeat over and over again when you know there is something

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