Our lease doesn't run up until July. Wherever we are going, it is at least three months away. And so there is this strange season where we have left something certain but have yet to walk into anything certain. I make sure people get their paychecks, and then I get home and try to work from what always feels like behind. I try to keep up with people, and sometimes I even keep up with my wife. I envy the people who have dinner together every night. We’re lucky to have dinner t
The difference between knowing something and just knowing about it still stands as the most meaningful thing evangelicalism has taught me. My 16-year old mind was blown the first time somebody told me I could know everything about my future spouse and still not actually know them. As a Christian, how I grow my relationship with the Bible is important. We can talk about how difficult it is to hold the Bible responsibly later. But it's a relationship I'm compelled to tend. I'v
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
My life feels fraught with tension these days. If I was a city, what isn’t but ought would be staging non-stop riots against what actually is but shouldn’t. And in that city, the government big-wigs spend their hours forcing the What-Oughts to seize property from the What-Shouldn’ts. But I’m not a city. Just a writer for the first time in a month. A runner with a dusty treadmill stuck in our bathroom corner. An ankle deep member of a dozen worlds and owner of none. Maybe to b
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.