regularly scheduled programming


a little over 2 weeks ago, I moved out of the trome. it was incredibly good to me – exactly what I needed for this little season of my life.

rest in paradise, #tromelife.

back to regularly scheduled programming on learning to fly.



Reading is the the way most time passes in the trome – I’ve read so much since I moved in. Don’t tell elementary-school-self, she’d be bummed.

The Boys in the Boat has been a sure favorite. If you really knew me you’d know that my favorite genre [movie or book] is sports-oppression [think: Invictus].

Check out this one part…

“The team effort – the perfectly synchronized flow of muscle, oars, boat, and water; the single, whole, unified, and beautiful symphony that a crew in motion becomes – is all that matters. Not the individual, not the self.”

Which, I read something similar to, elsewhere  …

“Because of the privilege and authority God has given me, I give each of you this warning : don’t think you are better than you really are. Be honest in your evaluation of yourselves, measuring yourselves by the faith God has given us. Just as our bodies have many parts and each part has a special function, so it is with Christ’s body. We are many parts of one body, and we all belong to each other.” – Romans 12:3-5



  A college dude recently told me that I seemed like a flora kind of girl. I had to tell him I didn’t know too much about that, but that I’ve always wanted to know more. 
If my love for yellow-orange-red willow reeds counts for anything, then, yes, I am a flora kind of girl. 

cultivating thankfulness

from the Message version of Colossians 3 :: “Cultivate thankfulness… Let every detail in your lives – words, actions – be done in the name of the Master, Jesus, thanking God the Father every step of the way.”

(1) snow-running has been on point lately. (2) Clearwater Cove is a new Young Life camp on Table Rock Lake in Missouri. I’ve gotten to go twice in the past 2 weeks! (3) new jammer pants with my favorite animal from my favorite store. (4) the brother and I got to ski together at Breck! my first ski day in Summit County since I was like 6 years old. (5) got to cross [the middle of the] country road trip with the CCR yearlong interns. they’re cool. #pleaseknockbeforeinterning (6) may playing in the Fraser Experimental Forest NEVER get old.


sick in the trome

The whole time I’ve lived in the trome, I’ve thought of how hard it would be to be sick in there. Turns out, it’s not so bad. I was sick Friday and locked myself in there all day. Sitting in the sun and with a space heater, I got the temperature up to 80, buried myself in flannel sheets, homemade quilts, and a down comforter. It was a relief to my aching, feverish body. 

I could lay and sleep and watch iPad tv on the other bed. And then I was healed. 


  Turns out the addition of the wood burning stove makes me always smell like a campfire, and inspired a new analogy. 

I live in the trome. The trome traps the smell of burnt wood when I heat it up. By living in the trome, by spending my time there I just have the smell about me always. 

I [should] live in Christ. Christ traps the aroma of God to all of the people He created. By [trying to] live in Christ, by [trying to] spend my time with Him I just have the smell about me always. 

I have a terrible, nonexistent sense of smell, but everyone talks about how much I smell of campfire lately. I am not even aware of the stench, the aroma, the fragrance I am exuding. With this new analogy in mind, I can only hope that despite my nature, I still exude the aroma of Christ. I hope that I am living in Christ in a way that people around me, believers and non-believers alike, can catch a whiff when we pass. 

One caveat I have thought through is this: I am not trying to smell like a fire, it just happens, BUT I do desire to be the aroma of Christ. I am seeking Christ, I am not seeking a always-leaving-the-campground lifestyle.