My Dad – My Hero

Sitting at a Starbucks in La Mirada, balling my eyes out for two hours straight- I could only imagine what the baristas on the other side of the bar were wondering. But all I kept wondering was.. “Why didn’t I buy a flight. I should be there right now. Why am I not there right now?!”…

I’m Sculpted for One

There is a bustling of bodies as people find their seats, and a hum in the air of the beautiful antiquities and treasures to be auctioned off. A few gentlemen have their bidding numbers tucked under their arms as they sip their drinks and argue over which piece will get the highest bid. Finally the auctioneer…

I Choose Unsafe Adventures

Adventures are never safe. Even in great victories, there was often a great cost- a great pain attached. As 2015 draws to a close I’m left wondering at this strange mixture of joy and pain that spirals in my chest. For many of us on my team at Oasis church in Los Angeles, this is one of the…

The Cost I Didn’t Deserve

A wave, a throbbing of emotion. Why does this happen to me so often when I’m trapped in a public place? Sitting at one of my favorite LA coffee shops I’m suddenly overcome with gratitude. Fitting, I suppose, seeing as Thanksgiving is in exactly a week. But I had no intentions of being THIS grateful….

I Traded In My Promise Ring

I have a confession to make. I traded in my promise ring.   When I was 15 years my dad gave me the most beautiful gift: a delicate little band that looked like a little wave with a single diamond on it. My promise ring. My dad talked to me about the importance about saving…

The Day I Met The Blind Princess

So there I stood. Baby food in one hand and a sparkle-splattered Snow White dress in the other, staring down two pairs of big brown eyes, and two sets of curly hair that you could get lost in for centuries. A nanny, God? Me? I’ll be honest. I liked telling people that I was training Muay…

Here I Confess, And Make Paper Airplanes

It’s not often I feel I’m not an asset to people. On some level.   This month I’ve felt more like a schizophrenic cannon ball blasting into work and peoples lives, creating more havoc than order. I can’t seem to get things right in my new job- the one I’ve been praying for over a…

That Time I Lead the Boss Team

[This fundraiser is now closed, but if you’d like to donate to upcoming Youth events comment below!] “I don’t have a big enough heart for all this love!” I groaned to my roommate Kelsey as we crossed the street.  It had been yet another amazing night at Wild Ones, the youth program I’m currently addicted…

I’m Freaking Full of Glory

Sheesh! It’s been a good five months since I’ve written. What the heck have I been doing with my life? Well, this has been probably the most bizarre, exciting and mind-bending season of my life. While tangible wealth has been slipping quickly through my fingers (just interviewed for a great job, so believing that is…

The LOVE of Knowing You

Is it possible to give a gift out of love, if there is no “knowing” behind it? No relationship? No time taken to discover the preferences, personality and desires of the recipient? This question has been brewing in me all week.   Say, for example, someone decided to give you a car. That would be…

I Am Not a ROBOT | I Am a BROKEN HEART

You know when your heart is breaking. It’s like some barbaric giant has come along and crammed a thousand boulders into it, and they just don’t fit. It’s heavy, tired, and breaking at the seams. Little red drops are running down its sides and even the smallest breeze makes it shiver with pain.   I’ve…

  It’s like…thinking you love Kraft singles until you try Tillamook Cheddar. It’s like thinking Starbucks is primo coffee…until you try Urth Caffe (sorry Starbucks fans, but anything that is ¾ sugar and milk has something to hide.) I thought things were good with my life and my participation at Oasis. I called it my…