During this Advent, do we wait? Read More
Do we know our expectant messiah, deliverer, and savior, Jesus?
Do we listen to the Lord declaring, "Behold!" to us daily?
Do we trust the miracle?
I revisit old writings and wonder if I still know the girl who composed them. She sounds so passionate, so sure. My notebook pile has grown over the days and months in between, but perhaps God has giving me the gift of those pages for nights such as tonight. Read More
Drives, mountains, hikes, emails, sketches, conversations, song, and embraces have marked the past days in the west. Read More
An open seat standby to the west coast Read More
A trade for a mom to sit with her kids
A gaze over Sierra Nevada
An older couple
A train ride
An old friend
A bus ride with a polite conversation with a lady from Tokyo and an observation of high school skater later, we were walking on the beach in search of a place to pray. We found a spot under a lone palm after somewhere along the way I lost our bag of the remaining oranges, granola bars, and singular avocado, so our backpacks were just a little bit lighter. Read More
Because my best friend is a flight attendant with United Airlines and I sometimes work in the Dominican Republic, I spend lots of time on planes. If it had been up to fourteen-year-old Frankie, she would have moved to a tropical country with good surf and beautiful beaches. She would have gone pro and already be writing for National Geographic. That is a glimpse into my various bucket lists scattered on papers tacked on the walls of my room in the Chicago suburbs, so at twenty-three, I surfed for the first time. Read More
I suppose you could say that we are plane dwellers. A series of turns, straights, and honks land us at the familiar chaos again. When were were fourteen, we started our lists of things we wanted to do. We scribbled for hours at kitchen tables and two mile notes. We chattered on our bike rides about our twenties and plotted adventures on maps. Read More
I kind of picture it like an attempt to hail a cab in the rain: standing at the corner, looking at all the taxis passing by, wishing I had an umbrella.
On the basis of principle that I survived college without one, I refuse to make the investment in an umbrella. Regardless, I was just standing on a corner in Manhattan drawing metaphors to cabs and dreams. Read More
Perhaps this waiting should not be so surprising but rather expected. We expect to wait, knowing this story is far from complete yet so full of hope. Read More
My mind gets lost in the sea of candles just flickering off to the right. There are so many prayers. I think of my own throughout the day and see rose gardens everywhere I walk. Read More
He told me of his love for his wife and two daughters and the story of how the Lord brought them from Ghana to the United States. I told him about a little boy named Walden, a university in Ohio, and a dream the the Lord gave me. We assured each other that we would be praying for each other. Read More
Washington for us was one of those places that we could always go together, but we both ended up at Reagan National yesterday and figured it had been a while since we had a sleepover. Read More
Yesterday was a day where I wrote a lot. I do not usually have drafts of writing, but I know that this is a first. I do not usually write poetry, but for some reason I found myself knee deep in prose. I prayed for a dear friend, one I have prayed for before, so I ask you to join me in prayer for a soul too beautiful. Read More
"The Lord is steadfast... steadfast," he said. Bruce went further to say that He uses every piece of pain, every thread of story, and every cloud of confusion to tell His. "Our stories are not our own," he said. "Write yours in a book, Frankie." Read More
It rose and then it was like Lucy in the Voyage of the Dawn Treader— It was like the albatros came when she called out to Aslan. Read More
I was on the Metra right after I returned from the Dominican. My friend Abby was moving into a new apartment, so I was inbound to help her move. New to my Bible, the pages were still crisp, and some color had been added to the pages throughout the summer. I sat on the train, ready to write in my Moleskin and read Jesus Calling for that day. Read More
I fell asleep the other night looking at Google maps, zooming in and out on different countries, just wanting to take my backpack, camera, and hop on a plane. I obviously started texting Lindy to loop her in on this well-thought-out, genius plan. Read More
I wanted to write something flowery and pretty today, but I got rocks. When I took a random geology class to fulfill science requirements sophomore, I made puns about geology everyday. I would like to take a moment to apologize to all of my friends... by the nature of my jokes, it is clear that I took your friendship for granite. Read More
Fix-it Frankie and I hung out yesterday, and I realize that I may sound schizophrenic... You may have a "fix-it" alter-ego, too, perhaps. Instead of turning to God in prayer, I let my mind go wild with problem solving. To an extent it is fun and one of my gifts, but when I rely on my own strength is when it becomes self-destructive and a not fun place to be. Read More
It is comical because I introduced Zechariah yesterday in the morning, but yesterday I was Zechariah. I spent the morning writing, praying, reading my Bible... doing everything seemingly right. I prayed about waiting and wrote about waiting and prayed about writing about waiting and wrote about praying about waiting. Read More