Jesus is enough.

I realized Jesus was enough on a Wednesday over a busy Christmas break.

I realized He was enough after a long hard semester of trying to do things right. 
Trying to be good enough.

I realized Jesus was enough when I didn’t go to Christmas eve service with my family this year.
(Sick and recovering from finals and a crazy busy December, I stayed home, sleeping through the Christmas cantata that has come to be a marker of the holiday season.
Later that night, though, my mom and I made it to the “almost” midnight service.)

I realized He was enough in that pew in my jeans with dog hair on my sweater.
When, for the first time ever, Christmas Eve wasn’t the biggest church day of the year.
When it wasn’t about the 40 member choir or the standing-room only service.
When I heard “Mary Did You Know” echo through that beautiful white building that has seen so much of my life.
I realized it with tears in my eyes. 

He was enough when the Christmas trip wasn’t the one that saved me.
When the plans didn’t fall into place like I had hoped.
I realized He was enough when life went on.
When new dreams began to surface.
Ones that fit who He had created me to be.
At least for now. 

Sometimes, life seems to be exactly what we’ve dreamed of. It feels like a movie and we’re the character everyone wants to win. Sometimes, we get lucky, and God agrees that whatever we’re asking for is actually what is best for us. Best for His kingdom. Those are the easy days.

But my favorite days are different. My favorite days are the ones when everything falls apart so something much bigger can fall together. My favorite days come after months of tears and  pain. They come when victory is tangibly sweeter because it’s been fought for. Because it’s been tough.

My favorite days are the ones when life comes together in a way opposite of which you had prayed and hoped for.
They are the days, years from now, that you look back on and say “Oh, now I understand.”
It’s when you understand that things had to go a certain way in order for life to wind up exactly how it was supposed to be, whatever that means.
You appreciate what you have and what you’ve had because you can see the fingerprints of the One who has been working it all out.
And He gets the glory and that’s a really good thing because you’ve never known how to handle compliments and congratulations and you’d for sure mess it up if it was yours.

These are my favorite days. These are when I realize, again and again, that Jesus really is enough.




Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us, to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, for ever and ever! Amen.
Ephesians 3:20-21

Hey guys,

I have a prayer request. See this sweet face on the right?


Her name is Hailey, and she’s one of the best people I know.

Hailey is a sophomore at MC. She has awesome parents who run a camp for special needs kids each summer.

Right now, Hailey is in Haiti. She’s supposed to be spending a semester living, eating, and breathing all thing Haiti at a children’s home. (I didn’t ask her, but I’m almost positive the girl in the picture above is one of the kids from the home.) I talked to Hailey on Tuesday, and God has already done really neat things in her time there.

Here’s the thing. It’s hard. Really hard. And Hailey needs direction.
Hailey needs hope. She’s got the Eternal hope. And she desperately wants to be able to share Him with the people of Haiti. But for a number of reasons, it seems like she is held back.


Would you pray hard with me today? Wherever you are. Right now. Stop and pray for Hailey.
That God would give her a vision of what He plans to do with her.
Even if that means coming home.
Let’s join together in prayer and ask God to give hope to Hailey.

Here’s a link to her blog if you want to know more about this awesome girl. 

Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer.
Romans 12:12


Let’s create.


The closer I get to graduation and the more busy the semester becomes, the more I just want to create. The more I want to pull out my camera and go for a walk or play some piano music (on the iTunes, mind you. Darphins aren’t born with musical skills. Just listen to us try to sing at church.) and paint while I pretend to be able to make glorious music with my fingers. The busier I get, the more I want to become something different that what I am right now. 

And it gets me excited, and it terrifies me. 

The busier I get writing papers and studying Finance and talking about writing styles and grammar mistakes, the more I want to do. The further I want to run from what I’m surrounded with today. From the things that I’m really supposed to be doing. Because I have to graduate in May. Have to. Can’t stay another semester in this place. Because it’d be silly and I’m so close! 

The busier I get, the more intentional I find myself being. To go to sleep earlier so I can get up earlier. To go for a walk each day. I’m almost 37 miles into the “365 miles in 365 days adventure” my mom and I have embarked on. I have to call it an adventure or I’d most likely quit. I’m not really a runner/walker, but it’s making me more intentional about my time. 

And I have to be intentional with my time because of how quickly it seems to be filling up. Let me tell you about my Thursday (because I’m sure you’re dying to hear). Good morning 6:55, walk and pray and eat and get ready, hello Writing Center 9 to 11, lunch, entrepreneurship (best class ever) 12-1:15, swim for an hour from 2:30- 3:30, shower and get ready for Writing Center 4-8pm, dinner somewhere during or after, and home for the first time all day around 9pm. I know some of you adults laugh at my college schedule, but I feel busy and I’m not sure I want to be a real adult if it gets much more hectic than it is now some days.

But I’ve heard it only gets busier from here. From college, I’m talking, because in just a few months, hopefully, I’ll have a real job that requires hours and real adult things. Note the vagueness there because I’m still not sure what real adult things are. No husband or kids here, so I’m pretty sure it’ll be about the same minus the dough coming into my bank account from Dad each month. Unfortunately. But it’ll all work out. I’m sure. 

So back to being intentional. I want to create. New life and breath. A new spring to my step that comes in making things beautiful. And so this month, and the next couple before graduation, you’ll find me, in between the crazy Thursdays, with a paint brush or journal or laptop or notecard creating away.

Join me if you’d like. Make time for something you love today.