learning to rest (and why you should too)

A year ago, I was in Romania, full of chocolatey pastries and anxiety. I expected big things: from God, from myself, from Europe. But my anxiety only threatened to stop me, and there were days I let it.

One morning I left my friends, seeking the cold tile floor of a bathroom stall. I sat there, Bible in my hands, perhaps out of guilt. And as I stared up at the ceiling, I begged God to explain… click to continue >>