nickel for my thoughts

I'm a big memory girl. I'm convinced that a memorable moment is the best gift I could ever receive. Also, I am intensely scatterbrained and unorganized so physical gifts often do not last an incredibly long time under my care. (earrings especially- no matter how much I love them, I always tend to lose half the pair. I have a lot of very lonely earrings in my jewelry box.) That being said, things like concerts or fun dinners or kamp or driving thirty minutes to Andys on a Wednesday are things that I deeply cherish above all else. I don't think I'm super unique in that either. This weekend, I went to my first music festival- ACL, right in my proverbial backyard. It was AMAZING. Guns N Roses, Tame Impala, Jai Wolff, RL Grime, JUDAH & THE LION (amazing fantastic unbelievable the love of my life!!!!!!), Billie Eilish, Childish Gambino. Ridiculous. Seriously such a fun thing and I even missed some of the biggest names. Childish Gambino was the last performer I saw. ...

This summer, I have been in the habit of saying "tender" a lot. Ask my co-counselor, Gail, and she'll tell you it was probably my most commonly-used word of term four. It is very fitting at K1 in nearly all the moments- at the swim meet while Gail and Alex consoled nervous campers, in Bible class as a girl passionately explained that her cracked-open Crayola paint holder was a safer habitat for a roly-poly which would no doubt be trampled if left in the wild, during tuck-ins as girls confided their prayer requests, and during the day when a cabin two cutie would stick her fingers up in the air to test if I could really see without my glasses (50/50 on that one). "Tender"ness is not hard to come by at K1, or any Kanakuk Kamp (though it is sometimes harder to find at the Kamps with moody teenagers). Tenderness (n.): Gentleness and kindness One of Jesus's main, most beautiful attributes is His tenderness, but it can be deceptively hard to see. Hard because...

This post was originally going to be a long, sappy post about how much 2018 changed my life and blah blah blah. It was going to be pretty teachy and I was going to attempt to come out sounding like I was all-knowing. It is now February, so it's a little late for that post. Instead, I'm going to be vulnerable and talk about when my year actually seemed to start and how it progressed. A few days ago, Trump presented the State of the Union Address, and according to my rather conservative newsfeed on Facebook, it was one of the best SotU speeches of all time. I saw the Livestream running on Facebook but couldn't actually tune in. Last year, though, I did. Under the allure of a few bonus points for government, I was all over Trump's first-ever State of the Union address- and by "all over", I mean that I did it at the very last moment possible (February 5 at 9 o'clock-technically it was due by class time on the fifth but I was at a golf tournament so I w...