BGSU 2012-2013 in full swing!

BG CRU is in full swing!  I am having a blast this year!  We are connecting with freshmen, creating space on campus for spiritual conversations, eating lots of ice cream, laughing our heads off, and witnessing God's fingerprint all over BGSU.  Threads of gratitude and joy weave themselves into the fabric of my wayward heart.

 Nick & I kickin' off the first CRU of the year!

 CRU at BGSU's CampusFest.

Plinko.  Free pizza.  CRU cards.  Photobooth.  T-shirts.  Goldfish.

CRU.  Things are happening.

 A few photos from our CampusFest photobooth......

Celebrating the beginning of the year with Cotton Candy.

Martin Luther's several strokes of brilliance

Sometimes, others can just say it better than myself.

Martin Luther has been capturing my heart lately with thoughts of the like.......

:: Everything that is done in this world is done by hope.

:: You have as much laughter as you have faith.

:: If you want to change the world, pick up your pen and write.

:: I have so much to do that I shall spend the first three hours in prayer.

:: Let the wife make her husband glad to come home and let him make her sorry to see him leave.

:: God writes the gospel not in the Bible alone, but on trees and flowers and clouds and stars.

:: Where the battle rages, there the loyalty of the soldier is proven.

Fully Known and Truly Loved

Wildwood 2012 Video

Wildwood 2012 on film.

This was a special group of students. ...one of my all-time favorites, if I do say so myself.

To my dear friend, Summer: We'll see you again real soon

Dashboard said it best a few years ago..... "so long, sweet summer."

With the arrival of BGCru staff marathon-meetings and the arrival of BGCru's student leaders and the moving in of 3,800 new freshmen, I think it's safe to say summer is over.

No more afternoons on the beach, no more fruity summer drinks, no more long sunny days, and no more multiplying mahogany melanin.

The high school bell rings, the college dorms fill with nervous freshmen, the football fans wear their eye-black, the leaves turn colorfully crispy, and the pumpkin boasts in its new found popularity.

"The dog days are over," friends.

May the shortening days, and the lengthening nights, may the caramel apple, and the oversized hoodie, may the crisp leaf under your new beautiful boots, and the smell of bonfires in the neighborhood be our new joy, our nostalgia for days to come, and our senses' satisfaction.

Birthday Post, Pt. 2

Here's to 26.

Raise your glasses!  Your cup of coffee, your glass of wine, or you faaancy drink. 

...to 26.  Cheers!


Here's to a new, thrifty, vintage journal to scribble the musings of 26.
Here's to being closer to 30 than 20.  Eek!
Here's to choosing thankfulness in the simple, the mundane, the complex, at the graves, in the storms, at the rising and the setting.
Here's to chiseling my measly muscles.
Here's to laughing again and joy as strength.


But, most of all, here's to the Author of the Story.  To the One who holds the pen.  Here's to a God who gives life.  Here's to a God who knows the measure of all days, and by His very own grace, gives men and women second chances.  And redemption moments.  And 25 years.  And 26 years.  Fleeting.  Like shadows. 


Here dies another day
During which I have had eyes, ears, hands
And the great world round me;

And with tomorrow begins another.
Why am I allowed two?
[Chesteron]