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
So how’s married life? It takes time to figure the difference, the difference between the answer I sputter to you and the one my soul tells me in the small in-between moments of my ordinary life. Crazy busy! is what I’ll tell you in small talk. We got married and left the next day for Idaho. We drove back for family vacation up North, came back and house-sat for my aunt, trekked down to Iowa for another reception before making our way up to downtown Minneapolis where we’ve be
I noticed over the honeymoon that I was bored of the Bible. We giggled in small-town, sun-splashed Idaho with an Anne Lamott book while lopping peanut butter oreo shakes in our mouths. We sat in silence on the porch, watching uniformity-- white car, kayak on top, dog in tow, Idaho license in back-- pass by, feeling a deep blue quiet we hadn't felt since getting engaged. We talked about how we were going to be an "us" that brought all kinds of good in the world. We sipped ice-
So we're married. The vows have been repeated, the balloons have shot up into the sky, and the pronouncement has been made. (side-note: after I'd kissed my new bride & the balloons went up in the air, I unconsciously let out a big 'WOO!' like I had a mullet & my dirt-track car had just won the race.) Anyway, it's time to be done with all the engagement posts. Time, in fact, to take a break from these posts for a couple weeks. Kase & I are up in the Rocky Mountains for a few w
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
(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.