Tuesday, November 6, 2012

College Media Convention

By now, it's no secret that I really freaking love cities. This weekend I got to go back to Chicago with this wonderful group of people. 

Photo credit: David Wheeler

Being there refreshed my love for all things urban. I had forgotten how much I love the busyness of cities. I love walking instead of driving. I love the streets bustling with people. I love the buzz of creative energy. I love the perpetual newness and sense of possibility.

We were in town for the College Media Association's National College Media Convention. They'd heard about a little redesign we did last year, and asked us to share about our experiences and give tips to other newspapers looking to do a similar thing.

Photo credit: David Wheeler

Speaking at the conference was a thrill, and the weekend reminded me why I'm so blessed to be in Asbury's award-winning journalism department. I can't believe everything that happened last year. I got to work with a brilliant team and establish a new personality for The Collegian. Then I got to go with the very same journalism department to report on the Olympics in London. I'd never have guessed when I took my first journalism class sophomore year that it would lead to all of this and set me on a completely new career path.

I'm simultaneously excited for and terrified of life after college, but as I look ahead to grad school, I'm holding on to moments like this and reminding myself that the Lord is the one who guides my steps.

Saturday, September 15, 2012

Rest for the Weary, Water for my Soul

As I type this, hymns from Asbury's bell tower drift softly over campus, a warm light covers the lawn outside my window, and a mason jar full of fresh flowers from a friend sits beside me.
As I type this, I am hunched over my computer, clinging to a cup of coffee, and wondering how I'm going to get all of my work done. I am exhausted, unshowered, and unrested, having stayed up until 1:30 working on a paper.

The bits of good and bad in life run together strangely. I love school and my friends and my majors. I love taking on writing, design and acting projects. I'm so glad to have the hope of going to graduate school next year. And yet, some days I wish I could throw my hands up in the air, leave it all behind, and take a long nap.

There's a bit of irony in all of this. I'm designing posters on the need for a Sabbath, but I haven't taken one in who-knows-how-many years. I'm writing a Christian Theology paper, but I haven't had taken quiet time with God in the last three days. I consider my friends a relief from schoolwork, but taking the time to invest in those relationships often makes school harder.

And there's no easy answer for this busyness. It's not mere overcommitment. Yes, I need to say no when people ask me to take on new projects, and I often do. But my current predicament is the result of overlapping due dates in my courses, something I couldn't have predicted or prevented. Over the next week and a half, I have two papers, three tests, and two college fairs on my plate, and when those are over, I'll be able to sleep again.

I believe that life moves through rhythms. The present is not an absolute indicator of the future. My worry is not an indicator of reality. And my performance (Oh my soul, rejoice!) is not an indicator of my value. I believe that I am God's, that He has ordained a path for me and that He will not let me fall although He may let me fail.

In chapel yesterday we sang a song that references Isaiah 40:31: “Those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.”

I wanted to cry as we sang because I so need my strength to be renewed. I want to run and not grow weary. I want to walk and not be faint. But then I realized this—the verse does not say, “Those who hope in performance will renew their strength” or “those who try really hard” or “those who are great at time management.” No, those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. And I'm not sure that I've been doing that. It's like trying to run a race without water or fly an airplane without fuel.

Oh Lord, let me hope in You. I am imperfect and foolish and selfish, but let me hope in You and You alone.

I believe that He will renew my strength, will let me walk and not be faint, and will let me love Him more than I love my schoolwork. I will finish these tests, I will finish these papers, and the clouds of busyness will part. But none of these things are ultimate. I need a different kind of peace, and so, I am holding on these words from Josh Ritter, an agnostic who often captures the beliefs of Christianity more fully and more beautifully than those of us who have grown up in church:

I am assured, yes. I am assured, yes.
I am assured that peace will come to me
A peace that can, yes, surpass the speed, yes
Of my understanding and my need.

Father, as it is your nature always to be merciful, grant me a peace that passes understanding. Grant me access to Your love and to Your light. Grant me Yourself.


Thursday, September 13, 2012


Last Christmas, my friend Casey directed and my friend Adam wrote this short film that I got to act in. It took a while to get edited, but I think the final product turned out great!


Monday, September 3, 2012

Smart Paper

One of the best parts of starting my senior year at Asbury is that I get to share an apartment with my best friends.

(Aren't they cute? All thanks to Riah Lawry for the photoshoot!)

But the downside to having an apartment for just one year is that you can't make many substantial changes. That's why I was so excited to find cute contact paper at TJ Maxx!

For just $6, it was an easy update our kitchen. Check the before and after below.

And here's the fully redone kitchen:

London Nights

This is for our summer nights in the foggy city. Miss you, London!

Saturday, September 1, 2012

London 2012 Recap

So . . . I kinda dropped the ball on blogging in London. We just had so many things going on! I did get back to the states safely, and it's hard to believe that just a month ago, I was halfway through my time in London.

Among the highlights of the last week were:

1)  filming a segment with some adorable British schoolchildren

2) seeing former Olympics rivals from the 1948 London games meet again
    for the first time in 64 years

3) visiting the Olympic Village to interview the events manager of the US track

4) getting to visit the Queen's private box at Epsom Downs

and 5) saying goodbye to the city on our final night.

Okay, so that last one was more like a lowlight than a highlight, but even when I was sad about leaving, I couldn't help but love my last few moments. 

I miss that city. I miss it in my chest. I miss it in my bones. And yes, I'm romanticizing things and glossing over details, but until I go back, I plan to indulge in every bit of unabashed sentimentalism. I'm hanging on to my passport, sleeping under a painting of Big Ben, and practicing my accent.

London, I'll be seeing you again someday.



Thursday, August 2, 2012

Poor Little Londoners

Today, Cassie and I discovered a tragedy.

Pretty Little Liars, our fav guilty pleasure, does not stream through Hulu in London.

We're lost without you, Liars.