Saturday, April 23, 2016


I just realized that I finished reading the last book left in Marilynne Robinson's trilogy based on her book Gilead, without posting a review like I had for Gilead and Lila. It's been a few weeks since I finished it, but I will do my best to write out all the feelings and thoughts that this book brought me, which will hopefully encourage anyone looking for a reading experience to consider these books.

Wednesday, April 20, 2016

Why 14 year old me wouldn't recognize 20 year old me

I started this blog when I was fourteen. Don't go looking for those posts, I've definitely hidden them. But if you were to read fourteen-year-old Heather's posts, you would find the words of a heavily convicted young Christian. (and I say "young Christian" to mean young in the faith.) She didn't listen to secular music, and had very definitive reasons why she didn't. She wasn't on Facebook, and she also had very definitive reasons for that. She didn't date, or believe that other teenagers should be dating. Of these three, she had the most reasons to defend this one.

Wednesday, January 27, 2016

Here comes the spring

Here we are again, at the beginning of another semester. I'm sitting in the BCM, currently listening to people read aloud fan theories that ruin their favorite childhood cartoons. I think I only included that detail because it's a good example of what goes on here on a daily basis, and this place has become a huge part of my life. I never thought I'd be so sad to think that this is my last semester that I can live here. It amazes me how the daily routines of every semester are so completely different from the last. Class schedules, living situations, responsibilities, friendships... college has been a constant lesson for me in growing and change. Last semester started out in a much different place than the blessed and thankful place that I'm in now.

(pause post writing to move on to the next part of my day)

Now I'm sitting in a quiet chemistry lab, typing while scanning the room for some small task that I could do to justify calling these hours "work-study." As soon as I leave here, I'll head to the biology lab across campus to redo my EMB quadrant streak. After that, I'll prepare to meet for discipleship with the girl who very quickly became one of my best friends. After that, I'll probably find myself sitting back at the BCM doing homework, discussing whatever subject I'm working on with the guy who very very quickly became my best friend, listening to the culinary kids cut up (pun) in the kitchen. These are some of the staples of this life that I've found myself in.

But it's not really fair to say that I've "found myself" here. There's been a lot of work, and a lot of intentionality, that has brought me into these routines and relationships. I feel like last semester was a lot of emotional preparation for the many good things and unfortunate things that have happened since. But now, I'm in a place where the things that brought me to brokenness and caused me grief don't even seem to matter anymore. They were for a reason, but they're just not as tragic as they felt then. I suppose most of that is just me growing up and realizing that every bad thing that happens isn't the end of the world. But a part of it really is that they've been eclipsed-or transformed- into the new thing that God was doing.

He's been doing many new things. It's been a beautiful journey.

And that's what spring is: the birth of new things at the end of a long winter. Life waiting to break through the cold, stiff blanket left by death.

Yes, I know it's still January, and our little bayou school is just beginning to feel the chill in the wind, but it's the season for new things. Like waking after a long rest.

Here's to the spring, and whatever unforseen things it holds.

Monday, December 14, 2015

A short but much needed meditation

Romans 9:25 -

25 As indeed he says in Hosea,
“Those who were not my people I will call ‘my people,’
    and her who was not beloved I will call ‘beloved.’”

The Lord has called us an named us. He took us-me-out of a desolate place. He gave me meaning and purpose with just a name. But that name is "Beloved," which implies the bearer is receiving an action. I am on the receiving end of God's love and grace, that He chose to give to me.

But it's not just me. It's everyone. It's the muslim neighbors playing with their children in the yard next to mine. It's the teenagers walking through the mall with those menacing looks on their faces. It's people I'm afraid to talk to. It's for all of them. Who am I to stand in the way?

"If then God gave the same gift to them as He have to us when we believed in the Lord Jesus Christ, who was I that I could stand in God's way?"
Acts 11:17

Friday, September 18, 2015

Twice the heart.

This post is going to be a response and reflection on something that's happened recently and has greatly affected me, very personally. I'm responding to an incident, involving specific people, and personal details that will not likely be shared on this public outlet. I've waited a few weeks to write about this, because of what I want this post to do. I don't want it to be an emotional rant. I don't want it to serve as fuel for gossip or source for discourse in any way. I don't want to passively attack anyone, or give any details that would lead to this thing being resurrected. I don't want this post to be about the event at all. I want it to be about what I've learned, and how I've grown, which is more alike to the emerging theme of this blog. Honestly, at the moment, I'm doubting whether or not I'm actually going to post this. But I feel the need to share what the Lord has been doing in my heart, because it really is a new, beautiful thing. It isn't finished yet, but it has started well.

Wednesday, September 2, 2015

What I've learned

Last time I wrote here, I wasn't sure if I would be attending school this semester at all.

Now, as I'm writing, I'm into the third week of classes, and using this blog to avoid homework. (Not really. But sort of.)