Must be something about the spring

I realize that I haven't been remotely close to frequently posting on this blog since I've started college, but I have noticed that I tend to write one update-like post every spring semester.

Well, guess what time of year it is...

It must be something about the spring that makes me feel nostalgic and start looking back at memories, and changes that have nestled themselves firmly between them.

This is my second semester of my Junior year. Last night, I (by much force and determination not my own) stayed up to schedule my first semester of my Senior year. That's so shocking to me it's almost unsettling. The time of the semester came around in which I ritually ask around for what day registration opens for my classification, and suddenly the answer I was receiving was "Oh, Seniors register on Wednesday."

You mean to tell me I'm not waiting until the end of the week when all of the upper classmen are done? You mean I'm one of the ones who gets to go first…

Every Captive Free

In honor of today's cause, I just wanted to quickly share a song that has ministered to my heart greatly, and follows the theme of freedom.  Today is the #EnditMovement's day to Shine a Light on Slavery, meaning the modern day travesty of human trafficking. This cause broke my heart a long time ago, and it's something I believe no one but the Lord can truly heal out of our culture. This song is a testament, as if from Jesus' perspective, of how He desires to set us all free from sin. The root of human trafficking, and the entirety of the sex industry, is the demand, which is fruit of nothing but the sinful, deplorable hearts of people.  The only true way to set those physically, wholly enslaved by the sex industry free is to abolish the demand, and that can only happen by the delivering power of He who died and rose again to deliver us. Slaves aren't the only ones who need to be set free. Those who create the need for this industry need to be set free from the bond…


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.

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.

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.&qu…

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

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.…