I loved their questions the first time. Kasey and I have been married for six months, but engagement season still tastes like stale maple syrup in the back of my mouth. It’s not like our engagement was a Nightmare on Elm Street— too few black-and-red sweaters and no drawn out chasing scenes from clumsy burn victims—but it wasn’t a Field of Dreams, either: Kevin Costner never made an appearance, and it seemed most times the only people gathering from afar came to ask how excit
I’d love their questions if I hadn’t grown to hate them. I still taste their smiles like stale maple syrup in the back of my mouth. I just got married last month—and trust me when I wish I could say it another way—but my engagement season has left me with an awkward feeling. It’s not like my engagement was a Nightmare on Elm Street—too few black-and-red sweaters and no drawn out chasing scenes from clumsy burn victims—but it wasn’t a Field of Dreams, either: Kevin Costner ne
Dust-kissed reels of film roll across the projection screens of my mind as we close into the last 48 hours. Kasey & I live from the conviction that everything is more beautiful than we’re able to see, but these film reels—littered with childhood aches & graces— prove it true: we spend so much time just living our life that we forget not just how beautiful our particular existence is, but how beautiful it is to even exist at all. Not what our history is made up of, but that we
My youth group kids didn’t want to talk about sex. They had a speaker that came in the year before I showed up, and her sex talk was mostly littered with phrases like ‘true love waits’ and reminders that abstinence was the only sure way to avoid sexually transmitted diseases & teen pregnancy. I now understand why, when I asked if they wanted me to give a message about human sexuality, they froze up & shook their heads in dismay like kids on a playground staring at the big, sw
I get the caricatures. A high schooler—male or female—chooses not to date until after high school. They arrive on their evangelical Christian college campus for Welcome week, starry-eyed & looking for the Christian unicorn we politely call ‘the one.’ They spend their waking hours combing through the possible matches. They spend their sleeping hours tangled up in fledgling fantasies of romance & being made complete by this ‘one.’ They wake up with a tunnel vision that never go
I close my eyes long enough, and we’re drifting in the northern Pacific. The sky is frighteningly dark & the waters lap up against the massive iceberg, save for the woman at the top of it who paints new hues into the sky and deafens the waters with her silent courage. It’s less than three weeks ‘til the wedding now, and I wish I could tell you that our relationship is electrified by those kinds of images all the time. It isn’t. When Kasey & I first stuck our roots down and go
A few minutes ago—right before thumbnail sketching this post—I stumbled upon the website for a high school campus movement I was involved in some years ago. It felt like a ghost town in the truest sense of the word. A ghost town, it once pulsated with hopeful chatter & activity. A ghost town, it’s now empty & void of all that stuff. At the bottom of the page is an old video that sounds like an old wind chime bristling together on the porch of a worn house while gusts of air k
(before kasey & I even started dating, we did an overnight trip to the canadian border in search of the northern lights. A couple months ago, I wrote her a letter reflecting on that time. Yay.) kasey rose, I still remember the trip up. The shake on my upper lip as we took pictures… the way we sat… in some weird, ordinary way, it was because I saw you. So many things happen in the events we remember. So many minute details sloshing around, so many people afloat in the sea of o
(every Sunday, my fiancee kasey & I sit down to review our life for the beautiful things we've made & the ugly things we've lived into. below is some self-crafted liturgy that we pray afterward. less than six weeks out from our wedding, I thought I'd share some thoughts that wander around this engaged man's mind.) God, We acknowledge that you are both our King and our Parent. We know that you’ve got fuller, brighter, and more beautiful things for us. We submit everything to y
Somewhere—between all the sex I haven’t had, the patience I wish I had, and the excitement they think I have—I got sick of being engaged. I still haven’t decided if feeling like I ‘should’ be excited killed it or if it’s actually just not exciting. Either way, with under three months left, I feel stuck. Six months ago, Kasey & I wouldn’t have dreamed on getting married this early. We always assumed that we’d wait until summer of 2016 when we both graduated. Long story shor
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I'm a 23-year old trying to make beauty out of life's raw stuff. I post stuff every Tuesday.