I felt my heart flood my chest. It was pensive like a morning mystic, irritated like your nicotine-hungry boss. Something about the movie Lincoln set its 18-year streak careening out of control into a rapid succession of skips and throbs. Nelson Hall 2013. Two months before my birthday. Lincoln was a good man, and I never knew if my dad was. He also led the nation out of civil war. I wanted to lead the nation out of civil war, too, if by it you mean I wanted to be great. A ye
Trying to begin this post is like turning the keys over on an old Buick on a bone-chilling winter morning. It’s sputtery. It’s plodding. Every attempt feels like prayer, too. My breaths fume with desperate hope. This is odd, because my life is actually going well right now. Have you ever experienced a season where life hums and you don’t? When things feel clear, I suspect the whole world is a grand musical and I’m outside trying to figure out which flavor of Icee. Here’s what
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 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
#1: I'll follow Jesus through all the raggedy, nonlinear, and precious life I'm given. #2: I'll keep my life in humble dialogue with God's story in the Bible, looking to join with its story of a God restoring all relationships to love. #3: What's love look like right now? I'll be haunted by that question. #4: I'll refuse to define "me" without all the "us" things to which I'm responsible. #5: I'll fail, and then I'll be a little more beautiful because of it. Eventually. #6: I
(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
Daniel, Happy birthday, friend! I’m happy I’ve gotten the chance to know you. You’re intelligent, obviously, but there are lots of those people. You’re kind-hearted, too. And that’s much more rare. It’s rare at your age, especially. I remember being thirteen years old public-school kid, no dad telling me I had 'it' in me. Imagine me, rail-thin arms and greasy blonde hair crowding down to my eyes. It was like every day was an audition. I did the best I could—you know, audition
Warning: I’m about to make a loose Pride & Prejudice reference. There’s a scene in pride & prejudice that has stuck with me. Not sure if you’ve ever seen it, but in the scene Jane & Elizabeth have pulled the covers over their heads and share secrets. I honestly can’t even remember the context, but something about that image stuck with me last summer when I worked at a camp for inner-city kids. I remember—in subtle, intimate moments—where I’d be running through wooded trails o
I hadn’t seen my dad in over a decade, but today was the day I was going to see him. There’s an expanse of yellow land with barren trees littered to the sides and in the distance, lit by the moon. All that breathed was a soft breeze seeping with foreign notions of non-darkness. It was twilight. Not that I knew that from the horizon. Hearing only the scratchy tuning of an orchestra, you’d think I’d want nothing of a symphony. Seeing only pitch-dark horizons, you’d think I’d wa
I'm just trev.
I'm a 23-year old trying to make beauty out of life's raw stuff. I post stuff every Tuesday.