A Few Lessons From The Prince Of Egypt.

A couple of years back, there was an email circling around called “The Quarter Life Crisis.” I recently found it while cleaning out my inbox and deleting old mail (seriously, who does that? …apparently I do…). This particular email outlined a few thoughts that some of us in or mid-twenties might be experiencing:
1) You start feeling insecure and wonder where you will be in a year, but
then get scared because you barely know where you are now.
2)You look at your job…and it’s not even close to what you thought you
would be doing, or maybe you are looking for a job and realizing that
you are going to have to start at the bottom and that scares you.
3) One minute, you are insecure and the next, secure.
You laugh and cry with the greatest force of your life.
You feel alone and scared and confused.
4)You worry about loans, money, the future and making a life for
yourself… and while winning the race would be great, right now you’d
just like to be a contender!
5)You get your heart broken and wonder how someone you loved could do
such damage to you. Or you lay in bed and wonder why you can’t meet anyone decent enough that you want to get to know better.

These are just a few off the list, but I found myself laughing along as I read down the page. The end of the email was super cheesy, with some quaint sparkling message saying, “Know that you aren’t alone, and be nice to others that are going through this too, because we’re all in the same boat – Now pass this along to 10 friends in 5 minutes or else a zombie is going to munch your dome while you’re sleeping,” or something stupid about bad luck and being dateless and never winning the lottery. Needless to say, I forwarded the email IMMEDIATELY. I mean, according to this email, I’m already in crisis, so I wasn’t taking any chances on brain slurping zombies. Read the rest of this entry »


subject. It can be hard to talk about, or hard to ask about. For most of my Christian life, I thought that “Good Christian Girls” loved Jesus, and didn’t really do much else than kiss their boyfriends. And then, in my teens I really struggled with guilt because I realized that there is a lot of grey area between kissing and sex, and no one prepared me to hash that part out. The church’s only message to be about sexuality was “DON’T.” It said nothing about who I was as a sexual being, and how to think or feel about it. I assumed that I was wrong for wanting to do more than kissing, and moreover that I was probably the only Christian girl in the world that felt this way.