{DangerDoes} “So, what do you want to do after college?”

For the first time, I think I kinda honestly answered the dreaded question, “So, what do you want to do after college?”

THE question that lurches me into think about the future & past & present & all things at once & it’s terrifying, but I think I answered it.

Now this answer sprang from my mind in kind of an uncontrolled & unthoughtout manner. So, bear with me as I analyze & try to think about how what I have heard recently has influenced what I believe I wanna do after college. It came from other’s words spoken this past week & the desire to truly tell someone I respected what was on my heart for my right now & my future. As you can tell, it’s been an incredible couple of weeks of listening to Godly people speaking some good things about their own lives & hearing what God had to say about my life in those words.

Over a week ago a beautiful lover of Christ, a friend, & recent graduate of my university came back & did chapel Monday morning & I heard about wild obedience. “You’re a bondservant to Christ”, the radical idea that my freedom purchased by Christ also binds me to Him, & how that gloriously means that the steps I’m taking & will be taking are wrapped up in His wonderful grace, love, & good intent for my life. With God, I can confidently, with an uncertain & human heart, walk forth in faith, knowing that if I’m recklessly abandoned in following what Jesus loves, that that will put me in the center of where He wants me, today & in the future. I also heard a MUCH needed truth about being intentional & present in the right now instead of always thinking about where my future is. My heart heard, “Be so sure of Jesus that fill in the blank doesn’t scare you.” Not the future, not tomorrow, not politics, not other people. & I soaked in the fact that God was calling me. Not “future” me, but me. Today, right now. On the daily, I am called to wake up & say, “What is Your calling for today God” YES. Today. Not in 2017 when I graduate. Not when I get a job. Not when I start a family. But right now, student, unemployed, & single as a pringle me. I’m gonna think about the future, it’s not about abandoning thinking ahead, but it’s about abandoning the idea of the supremacy of “what will future you do” & making “what is right now me doing & am I following Jesus’ call on my life daily” more of a priority. I needed to think & hear about these things & realize & be intentional about being daily called by Jesus, so that where I’m going is where He’s leading, not where I or anyone else is pushing or pulling me to.

It sprang from my summer trip to Africa & my desire to go back, as I watch my beloved Uganda go through political upheaval as they have elections. I think of those I met & I think of my desire to drop everything & leave it all, knowing that I need to be here at school doing this, because God has led me here. I’ve found so much good here & have grown to listen closer & have many that mentor me to listen to God better & to follow His calling on my life & I know leaving it all behind is more of a “I don’t want to be stressed out anymore, or responsible anymore, or take Anatomy & Physiology anymore, & I’m done with tests, quizzes, & education” than it is about doing what Jesus says. The good thing though about realizing I’m in the right place is that I firmly believe God took me from high school & picked me up & put me here for right now where I am. I’m not throwing away my Africa desire & dreams, I’m finishing what God said first. I’m making ready for whatever this place He brought me to is preparing me for. I pray & long to see Africa again, & my desire to go back is becoming an ever echoing call in my heart. It’s not forgotten. It’s not for right now though, & coming to terms with that is a fight, but walking in Jesus’ will daily dictates that I have to listen & have wild obedience to Him. It’s not easy, it takes patience. Sometimes tears of sorrow & heartache pour out of me for the friends I left in Africa. But right here, I’m learning that what I do now is God-filled & purposeful & when I’m back in Africa,  if I’m back in Africa, it’ll be when God says, “It’s time, go back.” Then all bets are off & I’m going.

The answer came from listening about parables tonight. If you’re like me, you’ve heard them for your whole life, but tonight I heard them in a different way & from a different perspective. Parables are for adults, not just fun & comforting stories for children. The facts suggest that actually, unlike the way I was taught & thought about it before, parables are supposed to move us to action & move us to not only listen to what God says, but do it & be active about being the child of God that we should be. I want to be an active voice for myself & others. I want to listen to people & stories from the Bible & be able to see the many different ways that Jesus is speaking to me, even if it makes me uncomfortable. I wanna see the direction, the humor, & the divine love that God pours out in His word. & that’s not always comfortable. The prophet Nathan didn’t tell King David a parable about two shepherds & their sheep to comfort him, but to tell him that he, like a greedy & dishonest shepherd, was wrong for having taken Bathsheba & for having killed her husband. I’m positive David wasn’t feeling too comfortable when he realized the “shepherd” that deserved to die for taking what wasn’t his wasn’t just a fanciful story, but a word from God about David killing another man after sleeping with his wife. & I’m sure King David was also broken by the grace that God heaped upon him. No, he wasn’t exempt from sorrow or consequences, but God calling out David & Bathsheba wasn’t a place of comfort. It wasn’t PG rated. It wasn’t a story just for children. It was, like so many other parables, a lesson that isn’t a complete story. Details are left out. We are left with pieces of stories, like the parables of the Good Samaritan & the Prodigal Son. We have the opportunity to read, listen, hear, think, & digest the story, hearing what God is saying to us in our circumstance. The lecturer I was listening to, Amy Jill Levine, a phenomenal professor from the Vanderbilt Divinity School and College of Arts and Sciences, changed my whole perspective by introducing new ones & saying so very many life changing things for me, but one  specifically that stuck out to me was the idea that confirmed the previous idea of being free in Christ & bound to obedience in what I did, read, thought, & said. How I need to listen instead of taking control. How sometimes what is making me uncomfortable is a bold flashing sign that means stop doing that & start listening. The idea that being in a place of hearing something or hearing God that doesn’t make me wanna be better, do better, & step out in faith is the place I should be afraid of becoming complacent in. As Amy Jill Levine said so perfectly & succinctly, God’s parables & words aren’t all about one interpretation or one idea. They aren’t just nice little stories. They’re told with many purposes & namely to call us out of our position of apathy & into a position where we think & say, what am I doing, how am I thinking of this, what is the history, what made this this way, & how do I be the child of God that I was made to be?

Oh, you wanna know the answer? I guess that’s fair. I said, “I don’t know. I think I want to pursue law & help people. At least that’s what I’m pursuing for right now. I have a passion to help people. I want to help those I would call my own as well as strangers & the world. I wanna be a voice. I wanna be an active part of change. I wanna stand up for men, women, any race, any creed, any religion. I want to be a voice of grace, love, generosity, & support. I want to help broken people. Maybe as a lawyer, I don’t know, but I feel called to a vocation that lets me grasp & use a broken system/systems to help people that feel like they don’t count & are broken themselves.” & I really meant that & I meant more & there are things I feel that I can’t even voice yet. The answer rushed forth in a moment & maybe that’s why I am labeling it like this. I wasn’t trying to convince my professor or myself. I have a passion to help broken people because God changed me & what He’s done in my life has taken me from a purposeless, broken person to a intentional, loved, and purpose-filled woman who wants to heal up other’s hurts, physical & emotional, mental & spiritual by using the voice God gave her to FIGHT for others. & being born into the opportunities I have, I don’t want to waste my love of people & my love of God chasing only financial gain. I don’t want or desire destitution, but I don’t desire something as temporary as dust gathering wealth. I want to provide for myself by providing something better for others & simultaneously share that the God of infinite love & care, even in whatever has happened, in pain & brokenness & uncertainty, lifts us up out of what we are in or where we are & provides for us.

I want to do what God purposes me for, & He’s given me a love for history, politics, loud arguing, & people. His people. All people.

I want to USE all that. I wanna be me. I want to go back to Africa & help people. I wanna go outside my dorm, in my own town, in my own nation & help people. I want to be present for my friends & family. I want to always be becoming a better person & running after God & find the person that is also pursuing God with as much uncertainty & faith as I am. I want to be intentional about my todays so that I am secure in the fact that Jesus is leading & because I don’t have control, I can step forward & say “right now, I’m following Jesus & He’s got me where I am. & tomorrow I’m following Jesus, & He’ll get me there. & forever & in the future days that keep beginning & ending, I’m following Jesus, because being His is my only certainty, & I’ve come this far with Him & you better believe that wild obedience to Him is the best freedom I’ve found.”

I am grace covered & I want to show others the One who gave grace to me. I want to chase God, find my vocation, & live a life where I love Jesus & do whatever I want, knowing that from listening & doing what Jesus has been saying that doing “whatever I want” means going where He says to go. & in that place I’ll know I’m going the right way with what I’m choosing because I chose to stop, listen, & follow Jesus first. It’s all about this giving up of control of MY life & MY ways, knowing I don’t know better than the One that created me. Because I want others to see beyond whatever I am, whatever that is, & see that I’d be wrong, lost, & broken if I stopped listening & pursuing what God has for me. All in all, I’m saying that stories from the Bible, the idea of being free but wildly obedient, & the faith that I can’t explain led me to say, “I don’t know” but that sure as heck doesn’t mean I have to worry. Because guess what? I’ve decided that intentionally choosing Jesus daily is what is going to lead me to pursuing a vocation where I am exactly where God wants me, doing exactly what He wants me doing.

& that might not be exact or cement or even stable in the eyes of many, but seriously, what is there in life that can be 100% certain anyways?
If I can say anything with certainty, it’s that I’d rather be reckless in the eyes of many by putting my todays & tomorrow’s in the hands of Jesus, who is far more than just capable. & I want to trust His plan for me rather than my narrow-minded & often selfish plans for myself. Because it’s not about me being in control, in the end, it’s about being obedient to the call that says, “are you willing to believe that giving up your plans means that you give in to Mine?” I’m ready for wild obedience because I’m ready to live my day to day out in full freedom to & in Christ. I know, it might not seem to make sense, but what kind of faith is faith that makes total & utter sense?

I’m just so glad to be safe in the arms of the One who’s goal is to love me in the direction of loving others–no matter where that kind of future leads me or what I’m doing or who I’m with, I’m ready for the future because my future is with Jesus. No matter what or where that leads me to, I’m gonna leave it up to someone who actually knows. That’s what I’m gonna do in college, after college, & for the rest of my days.



{DangerDoes} Being Herself

In a world where I am surrounded by people telling me who I should be, what I’m worth, what grades I deserve, how I should live…etc–I am constantly being told things I may or may not want or need to hear. All that to say, it’s hard to truly be myself in a world where so many thoughts are thrown at me. I know so many different people & each of them have different expectations from & for me. It’s hard to not want to live up to the expectations that others place on me. It’s hard to not live up to the expectations I put on myself. Sometimes, what I want from myself is much more of a burden than any put on me by others. But it’s hard to live in a world where strangers, family, & friends {& even me} judge what I say or do, & without meaning to, hurt my feelings or belittle who I truly am. It’s definitely hard to live in a world where I get so busy & distracted by other’s opinions of myself that I let myself be scared & frantic & busy & I forget to rest.

& I don’t mean a nap {though I love those}, but I mean rest–mental, physical, emotional, & spiritual rest. Where I put aside what is racing in my mind, what I am busily writing or trying to study for in time for a deadline, what I am trying to physically push myself to do, & where I ignore God & resting in Him to get these things done. Of course, God cannot be ignored. Most of the time I figure that out the hard way by pushing myself to the extreme before I realize that I need to stop & rest from the chaos in my life. The chaos doesn’t always seem chaotic though. It could be Netflix or reading a book or a really difficult time or it could be studying for finals so I can go home for the summer. Whatever it is physically, sometimes the things I place so much importance on in this world aren’t the things that they should be. I put off things, like rest. Maybe it’s because sometimes rest seems tedious & unproductive. “I have so many things to do, I don’t have time for rest.” Maybe, though, rest itself isn’t what we hate. Maybe it’s that when we rest, we begin to think of the things we have missed or cast aside in pursuit of more trivial things. Now, I’m not saying studying to pass my finals is wrong and I’m not saying that all life stuff is trivial. When I rest, it is just that these things come to my mind & I actually have time to think–I’m saying I’ve spent countless hours of my life wasting time thinking/worrying about things. & that time could’ve been spent better–like the amount of worth & value I place on making good grades won’t ever actually make me worth more. The actual act of making good grades isn’t the bad thing–it’s the unrest that I’ve caused myself in my life by thinking that I’ll be worth less if I don’t get A’s. I can’t be defined as a better or more worthy person because I make A’s & someone else makes B’s. They are just as valuable as me.Though making good grades might show that I’m responsible & have a good work ethic & am prone to learning well– maybe I am placing too much of my value in them while abandoning the fact the I have so much worth in something permenant– in Christ. & that is worth that I want. That should be the measure of myself that I long for. Of course I measure myself by more things than just my schoolwork & grades– things like money, friends, fashion, intelligence, or anything & everything that influences how I look at myself. But this list that goes on & on often doesn’t adequately cover the important things that actually makes people “worth” something as people. We are worth so much more than the physical, temporary things we use to measure ourselves & others. You are a life full of thoughts & songs & words & actions & talents that make you up & make you–you. Define yourself by the things that you are–

“You are not your age,
Nor the size of the clothes you wear,
You are not a weight,
Or the color of your hair.
You are not your name,
Or the dimples in your cheeks,
You are all the books you read,
And all the words you speak,
You are your croaky morning voice,
And the smiles you try to hide,
You are the sweetness in your laughter,
And every tear you’ve cried,
You’re the songs you sing so loudly when you know you’re all alone,
You’re the places you’ve been too,
And the one that you call home,
You’re the things that you believe in,
And the people that you love,
You’re the photos in your bedroom,
And the future you dream of,
You’re made of so much beauty,
But it seems you forgot,
When you decided that you were defined,
By all the things you’re not.” -e.h.

We alone don’t get to decide what we are worth. Because often we assign ourselves or let others assign us the wrong worth. Is it because we don’t like ourselves? Probably not. It’s more likely that we more commonly see what is wrong with ourselves while God sees us in our entirety. He sees us as worthy. Forgiven. Loved. Valuable. Beautiful. Filled with a purpose. Made with a specific design. He sees us in & covered by grace. Sometimes I become so overwhelmed, that I let small things define me. At the end of everything, I guess I need to give it a rest. Maybe by giving myself a chance to rest, I can give myself grace. Maybe that grace will lead me to love myself & then branch out & let me love others like I should. Maybe this rest that I take from myself & my own judgements & my busy mind will help me gradually become who I really am. As I shed the less important things in my life–like my own ideas of what I’m worth–maybe I’ll give myself a way to see myself like God does.

Maybe rest is what will eventually change my life & the lives of those I’m blessed to know, influence, & live life with. Only time & rest in Him will tell. & maybe after I’ve let myself take a break from overanalyzing & overthinking–maybe I will realize I’m worth more than my grades, judgements of others, my fears, my doubts–maybe the things that scare me & bring me down are the things that will make me stronger, help me love deeper & lead me to trust more in the Creator who can already see me as me. May I never stop looking for that view of myself, for I long to see who I truly am–I seek to see myself the way God does. I long for Him to give me my true face. Through the chaos of my life–where I put value in the wrong things & where I make mistakes–He truly sees my face & calls me by my name. May I take time to rest & listen.

& you too. I hope you rest & listen too. May you never stop looking either–

Be your{true}self & rest.


{DangerDoes} Old school poetry

By old school, I mean that this is a poem from a couple years ago. It’s not like vintage old skool funky awesome stuff. It’s just old. It’s old & it was a school assignment, where I had to write something, anything, about what the phrase, “The Good Life”, meant to me. So I wrote a poem.

Do We?

What is the Good life
What is the Bad?
(Questions, these are questions, I have)
Is it when we’re content or gripped with gloom or is it when we are riddled with doubt?
Is it when we feel we have nothing to lose Or when we live with something we could live without.
Like without the answers we want Or the ones that we’ve bought By sacrificing our needs for our own wants
Is there a better way than what we see
Is the Good life out there
and we just can’t see?
Do we suffer for nothing Or in trials do we
happen to stumble upon the thing that we need
That through strife we have strived for and day by day we have strained
Do we realize through these everyday things
(chaos, beauty, wisdom, mystery)
That we have the good life waiting?
Do we?





{DangerDoes} “And if not…”

The most difficult thing in life for me is uncertainty. It’s not planned. It knocks my life around. It makes me uncomfortable & tosses me into an unbalanced state that makes me feel like I’m unraveling. It’s a terrible feeling–the feeling of uncertainty.

What will I do? How will that affect me today & ten years from now. Does anything beyond right now even matter that much?

(Yes, I think all the existential thoughts)

Recently, I had to deal with death.
An unexpected, unwanted, & totally life shattering death. On the 10th, one of the dearest professors I’ve had passed away in an accident that happened out of the blue.  I’ve never felt as devastated, been as blindsided, or been as lost as I was 16 days ago.

I walked across campus from my residence hall to the chapel, where I work in the mornings. It was a gorgeous day. The birds sang, the leaves were just starting to turn the colors of fall, & I remember thinking that the day was beautiful. I walked up the old brick walkway & opened the painted white doors like I do every Monday & I saw that he wasn’t there. I heard the hushed whispers. No one said his name, no one mentioned it plainly but he wasn’t there. There was no whistling of a little song or a “Hello, my girl” as I walked in. I started to breathe unevenly & my heart began to race. I could feel it beating beating beating. My heart tensed. I kept looking, but in my heart I knew. The sadness & whispers were about him. & then, “DB…paralyzed…he was riding his bicycle…there was a car.” Stunned, I unsuccessfully held myself together. I cried as I worked. I went about my day with red eyes & a heavy heart. I went back to my room that evening after classes & wrote him a letter. I’m so very glad I wrote that letter.

DB was a life force. Strong & jovial, a lover of words & a teacher with his life. His impact is a lasting one.

Four short days later he died. I can say with full truth that I wept. I still weep. I breakdown as I write this now. It was such a hard loss to experience. Of course, it wasn’t in DB’s nature to dwell on compliments, truly they embarrassed him. He was not one for grandeur, but he was just so grand. He was a light to those that so desperately needed direction in the darkness. He loved the good & bad, the light & the dark–He accepted people, pain & all. There was a sacredness to it all for DB.

I don’t claim to know everything or almost anything but I know God, He is faithful beyond my comprehension. This didn’t surprise Him. He isn’t reeling from this as I am. I quake with disbelief & I weep but He is still in control.

If anything has gotten me through this time it has been this |Christ guided DB’s life & the same Spirit, the same Lord that DB spoke about–the One that raised Jesus back to life–lived in him| So I am positive in the fact that I will see him again.

I am changed. I am taught. I am blessed to have been able to have such a monumental professor in my college life. I owe a debt that I can never repay. I will never ever see him again here on this Earth, a fact that brings aches & tears. Thank you for teaching me to live. Thank you for allowing me to see Him through your life & through you. In the end of this all, DB, I am incapable of expressing in an adequate or articulate way what & how much I owe you. I am overwhelmingly & abundantly grateful to you. Thank you for the book you gave me 3 & a half weeks ago, for the lessons you intentionally & unintentionally taught. For it all.

{Go & do good} & {Press on} is what he told us while he was here with us. & that’s what I’m endeavoring to do– each day, each breath, each word said. It’s never been this hard & I’ve never been this uncertain in my life & even so,

I press on. In the face of uncertainty, I continue to live in faith.

“And if not, He is still good”


{DangerDoes} The experienced opinion of a reader of 19 years

Love to read? Me too. I love books–even the reading I have to do for school.
[“NERD!” yesthankyouforyellingthatrealloudatme…I’m aware.]

I can’t help but read. I’ve always been a learner, but only when I entered my teenage years did I realize my love didn’t just end at loving to imagine things but also reached to books, among other things, but that’s for later.

But what are my most favorite books you ask? ( What an opportune question because I was just about to make a list so I guess you are just lucky.)

Danger’s Favorite Books[incomplete, I’m not done reading every book I’ll ever want to read, but heres that list so far]-

1. Where the River Ends-by Charles Martin. Wanna cry a lot & be so moved emotionally that you can’t stand it? Read anything Charles Martin writes. Did I also mention that I adore this author- he writes with such feeling & beauty. His writing is descriptive, heartfelt, & he is just about one of my favorite authors ever. I found his books at an old used bookstore & took a chance on them. He challenges my perspective & writes like that was what he was born to do. I also like every other Charles Martin book that I’ve read. I haven’t even read all of Charles Martin’s books, but I will get to that soon & I can’t wait.

2. Les Miserables-by Victor Hugo. Like books that have 530,982 words [1,488 pages] that also have history, love, & a musical you can watch after you read it? Then Les Mis is the book to end all books. I’ve had an obsession with musicals my whole life & Les Miserables is by far my favorite. I love the story & I love reading & knowing that even under the story lies important messages that go far beyond the “actual” story line. Bishop Myriel utters my favorite lines in this book,“Forget not, never forget that you have promised me to use this silver to become an honest man…Jean Valjean, my brother: you belong no longer to evil, but to good. It is your soul that I am buying for you. I withdraw it from dark thoughts and from the spirit of perdition, and I give it to God!”
& he sings this via the musical:
“But remember this my brother,
See in this some higher plan
You must use this precious silver
To become an honest man
By the witness of the martyrs
By the Passion and the Blood
God has raised you out of darkness
I have saved your soul for God!”
A story of redemption & a story of grace & a story about remembering to look at the sorrow &suffering of those around you…it provokes me to think about my life through the struggles of one man.

3.The Hiding Placeby Corrie Ten Boom. I’ve always love history, particularly World War II. I love the people of that era–especially the ones that stepped up for what they believed in. The Hiding Place is a book by Corrie Ten Boom about her life in the Netherlands in the watch shop her family ran & eventually used as a hiding place for Jews from the Nazis. Caught hiding these people, Corrie & her family were taken to concentration camps & eventually both her father & sister perished. Corrie Ten Boom got out of Ravensbrück a couple months after her sister Betsy passed away. She went back to her family’s watch shop but felt like she didn’t belong there anymore. She felt a different calling one beyond the watch shop & the war that she went through & survived. She didn’t belong there anymore & started something new.After the end of the war, she began to help and minister to those that had been victims of the war. Eventually she fulfilled her sister Betsy’s dream, by also forgiving & helping those that had been Nazis. This book is about forgiveness & love & sacrifice. Inspiration abounds from this book, it has the most clear message, the point is given very clearly in the title, The Hiding Place–“There are no ‘ifs’ in God’s Kingdom. His timing is perfect. His will is our hiding place. Lord Jesus, keep me in Your will! Don’t let me go mad by poking about outside it.”

There is no pit too deep that God’s love is not deeper still. Truth.

4.The Great Gatsby– by F. Scott Fitzgerald. JAY GATSBY. DAISY BUCHANAN. This book is classic, a great song that has so much meaning, a poem to be pondered. It has it all- the 1920s, pizzaz[dont mistake that for pizza], and unrequited love.

“If it wasn’t for the mist we could see your home across the bay,” said Gatsby. “You always have a green light that burns at the end of your dock.”
Daisy put her arm through his abruptly but he seemed absorbed in what he had just said. Possibly it had occurred to him that the colossal significance of that light had now vanished forever. Compared to the great distance that had separated him from Daisy it had seemed very near to him, almost touching her. It had seemed as close as a star to the moon. Now it was again a green light on a dock. His count of enchanted things had diminished by one.”  I’m now forever looking for a house with a green light at the end of the dock. F. Scott Fitzgerald knew what he was doing when he wrote this. I just can’t comprehend the complete & utter greatness of this book & it’s author. It’s a work of fiction that is almost too real & marvelous. It also has a fantastic movie rendition of it, that if you have the chance to watch–do. But make sure to read the book. It has rich detail & deep love. I can’t help but love this book & it is a masterpiece-no matter the ending.

For the sake of you & me, I’ll stop writing paragraphs about the books & all the details & just list authors & books that I love. I love far too many books to even remotely be able to explain why I love each & every one of them.

-C.S Lewis-I adore this author & everything he wrote & how he lived. I love C.S. Lewis.

Gone with the Wind– Maragaret Mitchell

Sense and Sensibility & Pride and Predjudice-Jane Austen

-John Keats

-Dietrich Bonhoeffer

-Frederick Buechner

-Emily Dickenson

-Edgar Allan Poe

The Fault in our Stars & Looking for AlaskaJohn Green

-Francine Rivers

-Barbara Brown Taylor

-books about WWII

-books about Vincent Van Gogh

-books about flowers

-old books

-new books


I love all books. I haven’t even really covered every book I’ve ever loved or will love

I can’t write a book about all the books I love, that’d be too much. But if at some point you come back to this post & the list “mysteriously” grows it’s because I remembered other books that I dearly loved a& couldn’t leave off this list.

Grab a cup of tea & a book & read something every once & a while.

Books are life changing. They open your mind to new thoughts & help you put into words feelings you might not have been able to



{DangerDoes} School/Life

It’s a two for one! It’s like you buy one and get one free with the added benefit that you don’t even have to buy anything & you STILL get two things!
School & life….it’s what I do. One for about 9-ish months out of the year & the other all the time. This is basically the most unorganized schedule you’ll ever read. It’s approximately what I usually do most of the time, but sometimes not. Here goes–

8:00 a.m.-Get up. Hypothetically. Sometimes. It happens. Usually I try to get up at 8. Sometimes I work at 8:45 doing office work and scanning student cards for convocation & chapels at my school, so that happens in this hour too. [This is without a doubt when my roommate gets up. She’s a punctual adult & I respect that.]

9:00 a.m.-Tuesday is the most important day for the 9 o’clock hour. I have my favorite class, a Law class, at 9:40 ’til 1:00. It sounds incredibly long & boring—BUT I love it. But on an everyday grind, 9 a.m. is not incredibly busy. Sometimes I study, do homework, read a book, clean my room, or pick up things from the bookstore or make myself busy in some small way.

10:00 a.m.-I write papers, or blog posts, or go get coffee. Sometimes I just lay around, but I try to be productive. The busy hours are coming & I usually am preparing for a class or in a class or lounging about.

11:00 a.m.-I have a class at 11:20 on Monday, Wednesday, & Friday. One of my all time favorite professors teaches it. I like all my professors, but this professor specifically inspires me to become what I want to be in life, encourages traveling & being aware of the world, & makes me think about most aspects of my life. He has the most fascinating way of teaching. I just love being in his classes–regardless of the workload & hours of studying. It lasts for an hour & then I go to lunch. [Now I guess you might think, now or in the future, that I am exaggerating about the greatness of my professors, but I’m really not. I’ve been blessed to go to a school filled with professors who are above the average. Of course, they aren’t perfect & neither am I–I’m grateful to be taught by imperfect people who realize that what they teach & what they say will go with me my whole life. I’m not being forced to compliment my professors, I truly admire them & that’s how it is.] Tuesdays I’m in class at 11. And Thursdays I have nothing at 11 so that’s usually a study time for me ’til lunch.

12:00 p.m.- Lunch, usually happens now. Around the 12 o’ clock hour most people are getting out of their classes & passing through the cafeteria. Cafeteria food & who you eventually sit with varies day to day. Lunch is a great time to have conversation. It never ceases to amaze me what topics we cover at lunch, but it’s always one of the best times of the day.

1:00p.m.- I usually have to run (not literal running, metaphorical running) to class. Pretty much my after lunch hours are either full of class or full of me catching up on something. It’s not terribly exciting.



4:00p.m.- Class on Mondays & Wednesdays, but mostly just me still being a steady paper writer or book reader.

5:00p.m.- Dinner. At exactly 5, either my roomie or my suite mates will come over & say “Are you going to dinner?” & that’s when I go to dinner. Except on Monday & Wednesday when I have a class that goes ’til 5:30, then I just go when I can.

6:00p.m.-Choir starts at 6 three times a week. I enjoy symphonic choir & it was this choir that gave me the opportunity to go to Syros, Greece this past summer. Doc, our conductor, is a professional in every sense of the word but also a very passionate lover of music. He’s got a rhythm for his life & ours–he is older, wiser, & he isn’t intolerable in teaching us structure in our music. Unknowingly or maybe on purpose, Doc teaches us structure in our lives. I respect Doc & how passionately he teaches music, it is something he loves & it shows through his teaching. Doc is the best at little sayings. My favorites–so far– would have to be, “You guys are singing like Mr. Rogers–you’re in the neighborhood” or “Me Chief, you little indians, you follow Chief.” Maybe you have to be there to get it completely. On his conductors block holding his baton & then suddenly the silly thought of Doc as an Indian Chief stops us abruptly mid-song…choir is an hour where I get to be taught to sing by a man who takes it seriously yet allows himself some humor anyways. Doc is by far the most talented & good hearted instructors I’ve had the pleasure to work under. {But don’t ever tell him this, my face would get red} Doc is there to make us better musicians but he’s also there to make us into men & women–he does his job & beyond. I appreciate choir.

7:00p.m. through the rest of the evening-After choir, I walk “home” to my dorm room & either sit down to blog, do schoolwork, or sometimes I just ignore everything & sing with my roomie as she plays guitar. Sometimes I’ll just read a book, watch a movie with friends, or be totally spontaneous in just hanging out with whoever. Sometimes I just lay in bed. Sometimes my life is unpredictable so I can’t really accurately detail it for you.
Life during school really does revolve around schoolwork & reading & making sure I’m prepared for my next class, whatever it might bring.

It’s busy & calm at the same time which sounds impossible & sometimes feels impossible but college is a strange place where time rushes & stands still. It’s gonna be an interesting year of learning. Through the urges to drop out & be a train riding hobo & through the times of complete happiness at school–I can just tell this is gonna be a “filled up to the brim” year, & I look forward to all the things I’ll experience, all I’ll feel, all the changing I’ll do, & mostly I look forward to being able to look back & say “I grew up this year, I made good changes in my habits & behaviors, I learned important things, I was aware of the struggles & strifes in the world & I was aware of the struggles of those I live life with everyday, I was involved in doing good things & listening to those who just needed me to look past myself.” I look forward to looking back at this year, I endeavor to make every moment a moment in Jesus.

I don’t expect a perfect year– I know there will be times I struggle & I am not prepared for the painful times, but Jesus is. My hope this year is in Him & this year I’ll look back to Him & continue to look forward.

& that’s what Danger does & hopes to do.




{DangerDoes} Greece

If you ever want to ride on a bus for 8 hours to Dulles Airport in D.C. then board a plane for Munich which also takes 8 hours then get on a smaller [less reliable] looking plane to Athens which is two hours long then take a three hour ferry ride to a remote but gorgeous island–Greece is for you.

Now don’t be discouraged away from Greece because of the distance. I fell in love with Greece–the people, the places, the air, the Aegean Sea, the food, & the absolute bliss of being somewhere utterly & completely new.

I went there to be apart of the Festival of the Aegean with my school symphonic choir & it was THE experience that years from now I will attribute as the starting point of my wild traveling spirit being ignited–I’m ready for 10,000 more worldwide adventures. Greece has convinced me to be whisked off into the life of a world traveler.

Here’s GREECE [Go there. Put it on a bucket list or a mental list or any list at all…but go there.]