Two Are Better Than One

You could probably guess this upon first getting to know me, but I am really good at making friends with people. Not to brag, or anything. It’s just a skill I’ve accumulated over the years. People tend to like me. I, in return, tend to like people. I thrive off of them. The more people I know, the better off I am.

Or so I thought. Lately, I don’t know how to connect with others. Or maybe, I know how to connect with others too well. I find myself constantly reaching out to everyone I meet. I want to know their problems. I want to help them and love on them and make them feel better. But in doing so, I forget about myself. I don’t tell people when I am hurting, or when I need help. I feel like I have to be so strong for everyone else, like they are too fragile to handle the weight of my problems too. Thus, I pick them up, throw them on my shoulders, and carry them through their burdened journey and avoid going down my own path that desperately needs to be adventured on.

I know when the problem started. I know why it got worse. I know why it is so hard for me to let people in, but I’m not sharing it. I don’t know how. Or maybe I don’t want to? Maybe it’s my way of hiding my vulnerability. But aren’t we called to be vulnerable with one another? Aren’t we called to lean on one another?

God never asked me to walk alone. He never asked me to take on everyone’s burden. You see, this time last year I was starting my job as a freshman RA. While tackling that job, I quickly lost friends. It was too hard for people to schedule around the fact that my life no longer revolved around me, but instead around the girls that I took on as my charges. I had curfew, again. I had dorm events and devos. I had people that needed me, and my friends had plans that I didn’t fit into because of that. They wanted to go out after Midnight because they could. They wanted to go out for dinners and play games and do things that conflicted with the time I had to spend with my residents. And at first, that was okay. But then it continued. I felt left out, unwanted, and most importantly, unloved.

A few months later, and I finally started to connect to people again. I was open with people, telling them how I was feeling. I was telling them when things were wrong. I told them when I was hurting or in pain. At first, it worked out quite nicely and I was once again surrounded by people who loved me. And then, those people weren’t there either faster than I could blink my eyes. I kept picking these people who I thought would stick around, but instead, decided to serve a short time in my life and leave.

You see, that’s the problem with being able to friend well with lots of people. You are able to connect quickly, but that doesn’t mean the connection always lasts. To them, I served my time, and that was enough for them. They moved on, leaving me to move on too.

Here I am at the beginning of the school year, though, and I don’t trust people. Don’t get me wrong, I have plenty of friends. I know they love me and that they would do anything for me. They’ve proven it so many times this year. Yet, I cannot for the life of me tell them what is wrong. I can’t tell them my hurts. I don’t want to talk about the fact that I’m stressed to the max. I don’t want to cry in front of them. I don’t trust them enough to be weak, and that’s not okay.

If anything, I’ve been reminded by people that it is okay to share my burdens. I’ve been reminded that I have friends that won’t leave me high and dry. And to be honest, I’ve been reminded of that fact by people I wouldn’t have ever expected to tell me things like that.

Like I said, God never called us to rely on ourselves, or do life by ourselves. People need people. We need friends, family, and we need God. So here I am, about to start my final year of college. I have people in my life that love me. I have people that are willing to talk to me, hear me out no matter what I have to say. More than that, they push me to talk to them even when it’s hard. Because of that, I know this year will be better than last year.  And because of them, I know that I can rely on them just as much as they can rely on me, and for that, we will be better off.

“Two are better than one, because they have a good return for their labor: If either of them falls down, one can help the other up. But pity anyone who falls and has no one to help them up. Also, if two lie down together, they will keep warm. But how can one keep warm alone?” Ecclesiastes 4: 9-11

Let’s Get Flexible

snap“You need to be more flexible.” My sweet friend told me as we sat across from one another in my living area. “I don’t know how to say that without it sounding negative. But because you’re not being flexible, you’re causing yourself unnecessary stress.”

At first, her words slapped me across the face. What did she mean, I needed to be more flexible? Did she not see how flexible I was being? I was hanging out with people without scheduling it. I was letting my RAs postpone things, even though I thought they needed to be done! I was doing things for people that I didn’t have time to do. I was the most flexible person there ever was. 

Except, I really wasn’t. Not even in the least bit. When something hasn’t been planned out, I feel like my whole life is out of whack. When I have free time, I feel like I make terrible decisions on how to fill that time. When I do have a schedule and someone throws something else at me, I feel like my brain is going to explode due to the massive stress headache that forms in the front of my head.

And you know what’s really crazy? I keep trying to tackle on more! My mom’s friend needs something done for her son, and I do it. My dad needs help answering questions, and I help. My friend needs me to help her move her stuff. Why not help? My Pi sister is having car troubles? I’ll take her to get it fixed! My day to day is so planned out and I try to do these helpful things that seem so small, but then feel so overwhelmed by how much they put on my plate. Add on to that, random job opportunities like babysitting on Sundays for an hour and a half. (Note, Sundays are my only free day. They are the days where I sit on my couch after church and do literally nothing, because why not?) I got offered a possible promotion in December at the church I work at. Classes haven’t even started yet, nor has club stuff, or Soundings, or Yearbook, and I feel like I can barely keep my head above water. So why am I feeling the need to take on more and more? 693131ee0b094af34a30b6ebfc8142b7

I have this need to do absolutely everything. I want to be everything to everyone that they need. I want their lives to be easier, and I don’t care how hard that makes my own life. It is the people pleaser in me. Which is where the problem really stems. I should not be looking for more to add onto my plate. I should be prioritizing what I already have to do, and learn how to say NO, something several wonderful people keep reminding me. But also something that I have not been doing very well.

It’s perfectly a-okay if I can’t do everything. For my own sake, I think it’s important to write that out one more time. It is okay if I cannot do everything! With that same thought process, my friend was so true. I do need to be more flexible. Days come and go. Life is not something I can plan out and I know that. It’s time to start acting like I know that, however. Something that I do not often do.

This year is going to be busy. There are going to be times where I feel overwhelming amounts of stress. There will be issues with people that I will have to deal with. There will be homework assignments and exams to study for. There will be friends who are in crisis mode. You cannot plan life. You must have enough wiggle room to be helpful, but you also need to be helpful towards yourself by saying no when you absolutely cannot do something. And that’s okay.


I guess what I am getting at is that the stress I’m feeling is my fault. I’m putting it there. No on else. That extra job babysitting on Sundays? I don’t need to take it. Little things here and there that I don’t have time for, I don’t have to do those either. My friends and family will understand, but only if I tell them.

I’m thankful for a friend who would challenge me to do more, to be more. Because of her, I’ve been able to reflect on something that has clearly been weighing me down. Now, I feel light. I’m ready, or at least as ready as I’ll ever be.

You Can’t Pencil God In


I have gotten used to my planner, my Google Calendar, and even my schedule being written down on my fridge. I know what I am doing each and every day. My life is pinpointed to the very second and I get alerts constantly reminding me where I need to be and when I need to be there. The organization is like my security blanket, or my safety net. It allows me to feel secure in my life. With my schedules showing me every second of my day, I can note the time I get to spend with friends, the workouts I’m doing with Kelly, the work things I have to get accomplished, and any time in between to spend doing insert random task here. My life has literally become a series of to do lists, which is slightly ridiculous. I’ve scheduled my life so much that I cannot handle a single second out of place.

So what happens when your boss completely rips apart that schedule by adding two extra days of training and completely disrupts the plans you’ve put so much effort into making? Well, you definitely cry on the phone to your dad like the non-adult you are, because your life just fell to pieces. Maybe I was being a little dramatic. And maybe my dad is the real MVP in this story, because what father likes listening to his baby girl heart broken and a billion miles away? Not him, let me tell you.

But he listened anyway. He told me to suck it up in real dad fashion, while also telling me I needed to stop crying, because he felt terrible that he wasn’t here to fix all my problems. Guys, my dad is actually the best man on this planet in case you were wondering. Of course, I told him he wasn’t being helpful and asked for mom. I was wrong in doing so, because my dad was just what I needed at that point in time.

He hung up the phone. I stood in the bathroom at work, looked at my tear stricken face, and took a deep breath. It wasn’t the end of the world. I could adapt. I was a strategic person. I splashed some water on my face and went to work watching children with a better perspective on the not so welcome changes that had come earlier that day.

You might be wondering why I decided to share this over dramatic story, so here it goes. Being an adult is hard sometimes. Working a real job comes with a bunch of new territory you may have never experienced before. Your boss is going to expect some flexibility. You might not have time for your friends. You might have to move some things around. But that’s a-okay. After all, if we sit with our whole entire lives planned out, we never allow ourselves the opportunity to experience the extra moments in life, like buying a cup of coffee and sitting in your car for an extra few minutes because your favorite song came on the radio.

One more thing. I was planning life so much, that I tried to pencil God in. Silly, I know. I was so focused on every little task that I had going on. I wanted to be as focused on God as I was a few weeks ago when I was doing His work in Swaziland. At that time I had been praying so much. I had been learning about the Old Testament. I was researching God’s word and reading it as much as I possibly could. For two weeks, God was every part of my day and I wanted it back so badly. But I was going about it the wrong way.

You see, I told myself 60 minutes of God time a day, whether that was writing in my prayer journal or going to church or reading my Bible. And when I tried to schedule God in my life, I found that I did not have time for Him. He was not a necessity. Actually, He was one of the first things to go when I found myself crunched for time, because He would always be there. How messed up is that?

I talked to Kelly about it. She’s pretty great at dealing with my mental breakdowns. She told me I was going about it wrong. She asked about how I managed to make God such a big part of my day when I was in Swaziland, or prompted it out of me in the way only she can do. When I thought about it, the answer was simple. I filled all of my free moments with God. An extra five minutes between class? I’d write a prayer for someone. 30 minutes until lunch? I’d read my Bible. A random hour after dinner? I’d sit down with a friend and have a discussion.

You can’t pencil God in, because He should be found in all the moments of our lives. Not only should we be doing all of our work for Him, but we should be filling every extra minute with Him too. He should not be an option, but more a way of life. He should be found in every second of our day, and if we try to schedule every moment, we lose a part of that. That’s pretty sad if you think about it, because doesn’t God deserve every second that we get to live?

So, I want to leave you with this verse.

Proverbs 3: 5-6 Being an adult might be hard at times, but I trust that God is guiding my steps and leading the way. When my boss changes things up on me, it’s a reminder to be flexible and adaptable. Being Type A won’t always be doable, and that’s okay. I’m going to have good days and bad days. All of my days are God’s days, which is something to remember the next time I try to pencil Him in. 



Defined By God


Sometimes I sit back and think about everything I’ve done with my life and wonder, What was the point? I’ve always aimed for this idea of success, but I’ve never really paid much attention to what the success that I was reaching for really was. What was the idea? And more importantly, if I couldn’t pinpoint what I was reaching for, did it even exist at all? And if I didn’t reach this unidentified success, did that make me less of a person? Did I fail? And if I failed, did it affect anyone negatively? Did it affect me at all?


These might seem like a silly string of questions. However, tonight I found myself feeling assessed, inadequate, and more importantly, like I was not accomplishing enough. I felt like I needed to do more. I needed to be more. Not for me, but for all the people around me. Considering I don’t really have any clue as to what people expect of me, or the amount of success they want me to achieve, this way of thinking is extremely hurtful. More importantly, it’s damaging.

My success is not defined by my grade point average. My success is not defined by the college I go to, or how I’ve ended up paying for it. My success is not defined by how many people I am friends with or how many individuals like me. My success is not defined by the amount of awards I win or recognition I receive. My success is not defined by words of affirmation. Nor is it defined by accomplishments.

Just the same, my success is not deflated due to my failures. It is not diminished due to the opinions of others. My success does not evaporate when something goes wrong.

Because I am not defined by success. My actions are not my successes. My words are not my successes. Who I am is not my success. Because in all the things I do, God should be the only one who gains any sort of glory. In all I do, I should give the praise to God always. 

Focusing on my successes has given me too many tears when I didn’t reach a goal, specifically goals I didn’t even know I was aiming for. Focusing on my successes and myself when everything I did to achieve them belongs to God is selfish, because I know without Him, I would have and be nothing.

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I am not defined by my success. I am defined by God as a child who messes up on a regular basis, but who is still loved. Loved when I mess up. Loved when I do good. Loved when I fail more than I achieve. Loved when I have sinned. Loved when I have done right by God. I am loved. And that is what I am defined by. Because God, He does not care about what this world deems as successful. He cares about what we do to serve Him and His kingdom. He cares about how we love, because He loves.

I am not defined by my success. When I accept that, I become the most successful person I can be, because I allow myself to be defined through love.

Done with Counting Down

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4 days until I move back to OC. 2 weeks of training. 31 days until my senior year of college begins. 2 semesters until graduation. 156 days until my 21st birthday. 273 short days until college graduation. Time flies when you begin to think about the future. Numbers seem scary, especially when they tick away, counting down one number after the other.

So if these numbers are so scary why can’t I stop thinking about them? The last 2 years went by so fast! Much faster than I could of ever expected. In that time, so much has happened. I worked my first real job, then a second, and a third, and now I’m about to enter into my fourth. I did adult things, like buy my own phone, put my car in my name, and get a credit card (and pay off that credit card multiple times). I put work before fun, like last summer when I worked 40+ hours a week. To top it all off, this is what I asked for. I put myself in this world of extreme adulting and growing up. I wanted this. No one else made me do it.

I’ve been asking to be an adult since I was a child. I wished away life so many times with words, constantly saying, “I can’t wait to be older! I can’t wait to be in charge of my life! I can’t wait… I can’t wait… I can’t wait….” And as I was wishing life away, my life was passing me by so fast! I didn’t think about the fact that it might be my last softball game, or last debate tournament, or high school dance. I didn’t think about the fact that soon I’d have debt to my name (thank you student loans!) or that I’d be responsible for other people in my life. I didn’t think about the heartbreak that would come or the fact that relationships at my current age are intended for marriage, thus they are more serious. I didn’t think about the fact that my friends would be getting married and having children. Or buying houses and getting “big kid” jobs.

I wanted to be an adult so bad, that maybe I wasted the parts of my life where I was able to sit back, relax, and just have fun! Instead, I became this bundle of stress, making every single decision I ever made for my future, instead of the present moment. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve been blessed and my work has paid off. But that doesn’t stop me from thinking about my parents words to me on a regular basis.

“Paige, are you having fun? Are you doing fun things? Are you doing things for yourself?” 

Sometimes, I know for a fact that I can answer that question with a 100 percent absolutely not! I’m working on my homework. I’m working my job. I’m doing this or that, and sometimes I’m so deep in trying to play at being this adult, that I forget to breathe. I’ve acted the part for so long now, that I don’t know how to stop. And soon, it won’t be acting anymore, but an actual role I take on. Thankfully, my parents have realized that it’s okay if I’m not a full fledged adult yet even if I haven’t. Thankfully, they encourage me to spend time doing something I love, like reading a book. They encourage me to splurge on myself sometimes, especially with things like my social service club, Pi. It’s almost funny that the adults in my life encourage me to embrace my last bit of childhood.

You see, I constantly hear people saying they can’t wait for insert future point in their life here, but I say STOP! It’s time to live for today. Live for the moment. There is a reason why people say that, even if it may seem cliche. We only get this time in our lives once. Don’t get me wrong. Work is important. School is important. But so are lasting friendships. So are memories that last a life time.

I know I grew up too fast. I also know I did not have to do so. I chose that on my own, because I was constantly wishing away the now for what I could be in the future. Well guess what, I can be that person any time I want. I don’t have to wait for it. I can embrace it right now!

So countdowns. They’re silly. Wishing away my 20th year for my 21st? Stupid. Counting down the days until college is over and I have to get a job and enter the real world? Stupid. Counting the days until I move back into OC, completely silly!

My 20th year has been the best year of my life, even with all of the heartbreak and letdowns. It was full of being a world traveler, working hard, and making great friends. It was a year full of making mistakes and learning from them and it will continue to be for the next 156 days.

My summer home has been a home of love, friendship, and growth. The Herndon’s have been the most amazing people and this summer was a chance to relax and just breathe, something I didn’t even know I knew how to do.

The last 2 school years have been full of friendship, hard work, and fun experiences. So I know the next 273 days will be the same. Pi sisters, family Christmases, all nighters to write a paper, random date nights with friends, crying, laughing. Life. That is what this year is for. The adulthood that comes after, well it can wait.

As for me, I’m choosing to live in this moment. I’m choosing to embrace each day, because I am tired of wishing my life away.

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Prayers Answered 3 Years Later

Seek his will in all you do, and he will show you which path to take.

Seek his will in all you do, and he will show you which path to take.

This time 2 summers ago, my mom and I had a conversation in which she did not believe OC was the school for me due to how expensive it was. I understood her apprehension at the time, because private Christian colleges are not cheap. Not to mention, I didn’t have that much scholarship money at the time. Due to some other things that happened, my mom and dad doubted that OC was where I should attend and were strongly encouraging me to look for more affordable schools, because they didn’t want me to go into debt for school. They are good parents for their concerns. Yet, I fought against it and told them I knew God wanted me at OC and I would do everything in my power to get school paid for. I remember praying to God in a fit of tears, begging Him to help me. “If OC is where you want me God, please, just  help me convince my parents. Help me show them that it is truly affordable. Help me get there. Help me stay there.

The first year, my mom and dad paid $10,000 for me to attend OC and I was grateful to them for trusting me enough to give me a chance to attend for the first year. They gave me the chance to prove to them that what God had placed on my heart was OC and that was where I needed to be. I got in there, worked 2 jobs, took a ridiculous amount of hours and made it happen. In the process, I fell even more in love with OC and with God.

Then, I went home for the summer and because my brother was no longer in school, I lost the only grant I had. It was frustrating. I contacted the school and my financial aid counselor told me there was nothing she could do for me. Here I was trying to prove to my mom and dad that God wanted me to be at OC and the outcomes didn’t really prove my point. To them, it seemed like maybe God didn’t want me there. To me, I knew how much I had grown and that there was an adversary going against me. I did everything in my power to fight to be there. I contacted the head of Financial Aid and he worked on getting me something to cover the loss of my grant. A few weeks later, and he had found a scholarship to not only reimburse what I had lost, but also gave me $600 more. Then, out of no where, I stumbled upon more money. Between the RA position, a Four Star Leadership scholarship of $2,000, and the money I had saved from working 40+ hours, my mom and dad would only owe OC $3,000. That was a HUGE difference from the year before and something to THANK GOD FOR! He had answered my prayers and my mom and dad confirmed what I had known all along. OC was the place for me. To make it even better, I got to school that year and was offered a yearbook position which included a scholarship, so I got to save the money I made for the summer and I later used it to pay for this summer’s classes! God was good.

However, this summer, I had been given the biggest blessing yet. You see, I originally told Dr. Rix I couldn’t go on the mission trip. I was afraid of paying for college. I didn’t know how much I’d owe and I was so afraid that if I didn’t work this summer, I wouldn’t be able to pay for the cost of school. I wanted to control the situation, instead of giving God control. I had a conversation with Jeff McMillion,  however, who told me I was being silly. He reminded me that God had constantly provided for me  to be at OC and shown me that I was in the right place. He reminded me that God would not take away OC from me if I chose to do mission work for God during the summer. So this summer, I didn’t work. Instead, I stayed in Oklahoma, nannied 3 amazing kids for room and meals, and took 3 summer classes. I was basically making no money.

As the mission trip got closer, I still didn’t know how I was going to be paying for OC this year. I didn’t know how much exactly I would owe. I was nervous and extremely worried about it, because this is going to be my third and final year of college. My mom stayed positive. She told me they would figure it out no matter how much it was. She was a blessing and was pushing for something I held so close to my heart for these last few years.

While on my mission trip, I contacted my new boss and he informed me that my job of being an assistant Resident Director would include room and a meal plan. This meant that the money I owed the college was no longer non-existent. My balance of $4,000 disappeared before my eyes. I owed a big, round goose egg! On top of that, I’d be getting a paycheck, which would allow me to start saving for possible Grad School in my future.

So here I sit, thinking about two summers ago. My tears. My prayers. And my God taking care of me and leading me every step of the way even when I couldn’t see Him doing so yet. My mom and dad do not have to pay anything for me to go to school this year. God made OC affordable. He proved to them that it was definitely the place I needed to be. He demonstrated to me the importance of following the path He places on my heart. It is such a blessing, but also a reminder to remember that prayer occurs over time. You have to be patient and rely on God. He guides the way.

This leads me to the future. Everyone keeps asking me what I plan on doing once graduation occurs in April and to be honest, I have no earthly clue. However, the last three years have proven to me that God is my guide and He will help me down the path that leads to the glorification of God! So this year, I plan on being open minded. I am going to apply for grad schools and possible jobs. I am going to pray. I plan on opening every door that I can and asking God to shut the ones that aren’t for me. I am asking for God’s leadership to bring me to the place that will bring Him the most glory the same exact way He brought me to OC.

So I challenge you guys, as I challenge myself. Ask for God to guide you. Be prayerful. Be mindful not of what you want, but what He wants and needs from you. Place God first, because He leads you to things you could never imagine for yourself.

She Speaks for the Glory of God


I have always been a talker. I love to be front and center. I love discussing things. I love giving my opinion on any and all subjects. Public speaking has never been a negative in my life. In high school, I gave speeches in class, participated in Speech and Debate against other schools, and even led pep rallies every Friday in front of the whole entire student body. Speaking was easy.

Yet, as I prepared for my mission trip to Swaziland, speaking to others caused a deep fear inside of me. I was so scared and full of negativity, that I even spent time crying out of this terrible fear. I began to ask myself, “What am I supposed to say? What if I say the wrong thing? What if I say something culturally offensive? What if what I do say isn’t a good representation of God.” There are so many reasons why my thoughts were wrong to have.

First of all, my thoughts were not God centered. Notice the I’s in those statements. I was making public speaking about me! Not God. Which is wrong, because the point of the mission trip is to bring glory to God. It is to represent Him. For God to gain ALL of the credit. My fears were irrational, because it was never about me. It’s always been about God, and only him.

Secondly, I was blessed with the gift of public speaking. God has always allowed me to speak well in front of large groups of people- exceptionally well! The fact that I would question Him in a gift that He gave me is disappointing. Because of God, I have been able to talk with so many people about God’s love. I’ve been able to lead devotionals. I’ve been able to pray with people. I’ve been able to give my testimony. God has never failed me and has always given me the right words to speak when it comes to showing Him praise.

It took a conversation with my dad to make me remember all of these things. He was so encouraging and reminded me that God opened up the door for my mission trip for a reason- because he knew I’d be able to do work for Him! Like usual, my dad was so right about this.

When I got to Swaziland, students were full of questions. We were in charge of leading groups and getting people to discuss things. This came fairly easy for me when I understood the work, because I am a natural discusser. I love discussion of all kinds. I thought to myself, so far, so good.

Then, I found myself working at the MOM project with some students from the African Christian College. I inquired about how they decide who teaches the kids Bible stories each time. Then, Darian, one of the team members for my mission trip, saw that Veronica was teaching the next lesson, and before I knew it, she made it to where I was the new teacher. I was so afraid before my trip about what I’d discuss, and I didn’t have to be, because God gave me everything I needed to say. You see, they plan out each lesson, so I was given a topic. I had to tell the story of the Tower of Babel. Easy enough, right? And in ways, it was.


However, it was still new and a challenge for me. You see, I’ve never taught children before, so I had to make sure I was being a story teller. I needed to keep it at their level, so that they could learn about God. I needed to make sure they were active in the story and that they didn’t get lost or bored. There was one more challenge. I had to do this through a translator. You see, in Swaziland, most of the children learn English in school. Unfortunately, a lot of the children we were feeding were not in school, or not at the level in which they could readily speak English yet. For those who could, they got my version. For those who didn’t, well an ACC student shared my words with them. It was such a unique and difficult situation. It was also really rewarding, specifically as little faces with big smiles looked up at me.


My next opportunity to speak was at ACC’s Women’s Chapel. Again, I was nervous. I didn’t want to say the wrong thing. I didn’t know what to speak about. Focusing in on prayer, I wrote down a prayer specifically about what to say and what kind of message to speak about to the women of ACC. Again, God showed me that my worries were silly. At ACC, they have a theme for chapel each week. That week, it was “Don’t Forget.” Not only that, but they had verses for each day. I had Mark 3: 20-15. They basically spoon fed, but you will hear no complaints! I had all that I needed. After talking to Dr. Rix, who was leading the men’s chapel, I got some ideas and began to write my short devotional.


I talked about something familiar to me- family. You see, in Mark, you have the story of Jesus and Beelzebub. More importantly, you see Jesus getting denied by his family. “When his family heard about this, they went to take charge of him, for they said, “He is out of his mind” (Mark 3:21). Jesus was trying to get rid of demons and his family questioned him! However, the true magic of the story happens in verses 31 through 35. “Then Jesus’ mother and brothers arrived. Standing outside, they sent someone in to call him. A crowd was sitting around him, and the told him, “Your mother and brothers are outside looking for you.” “Who are my mother and my brothers?” he asked. Then he looked at those seated in a circle around him and said, “Here are my mother and my brothers! Whoever does God’s will is my brother and sister and mother.”

You see, I was able to talk about family. The family we are born with. The family we choose (sport families, debate families, friendships, college families, church families.) You see, in Mark, Jesus demonstrates that some families we don’t choose. We just get thrown into them. Other families, well we get to decide that they are the right family for us. Our Christian family, the one we receive when we accept Jesus Christ into our hearts, that family is a choice. We choose it. We live with them. We love them. We hold them accountable and they hold us accountable. I am so blessed not only by the family I was born with, but also all the families I’ve gotten to choose, because they continuously help me grow in my walk with God.

Here I was freaking out about how to be a missionary. I was nervous about the abilities God has given me. I was afraid I wouldn’t know how to speak. As I was wrapped up in all of these thoughts, God laughed and guided me. He spoon fed me the whole time. He placed my words in front of me and I spoke. For Him. He gets all of the glory.

It’s not about what we can do as individuals, but instead what God can use us for. I’m glad I had the opportunity to do God’s work through a gift that He has blessed me with.

A Vow of Silence


As I gear up to leave for my mission trip, a lot of mixed feelings have started to weigh on me- the biggest being stress. I’ve said it once and I’ll say is again. I am a planner. I like to write out lists and check things off. I try not to procrastinate. I really like getting things done. However, this trip hasn’t been something I can really plan. I don’t know what I’m doing each day that I am there. I don’t know what kinds of things I will be asked. I don’t know if I’ll have everything I need. There is just a lot I don’t know. Not to mention, I’m trying to finish my final summer class, get papers notarized, pack my bags, and meet with my bank. Everything has been coming at me full force and it is overwhelming!

In those crazy moments comes a lot of self-doubt and impatience. Call me overemotional, but I think I’ve broken down in tears a least 5 times in the last 48 hours- ridiculous, I know. Yet, as I start to check things off of my list and let it sink in that I will be heading to the airport in 24 hours, all I feel is comfort. I am so excited for the blessings that will come from this trip! I already feel God working through this trip and I’m not even there yet. I’ve had so many friends and family members encourage me and love on me. They’ve blessed me in ways that leave me absolutely speechless.

Not to mention, my team is so great! I know that we will not only have a wonderful time, but also help one another grow- something I am truly looking forward to. I cannot wait to see their strengths in action, because I know they will be great. I also cannot wait to see how they help me strengthen my weaknesses.

Speaking of weaknesses, I think the reason why I’ve been so stressed out about this trip rests on a decision I’ve made. I know what you’re thinking. What decision? Why would you deliberately do something that stresses you out or makes you nervous? Well my dear friends, I’ll tell you.  I decided not to talk to anyone while I am away on my trip, whether via email, text, video-call, or phone. Gasp! But Paige, you’re a people person. You talk! You stay connected! Trust me, I know. It’s crazy. But there is a reason for it. I make it such a point to be connected with everyone. I talk to my friends everyday. I call my mom multiple times throughout the day. Getting that reassurance from my loved ones is something I not only need, but something that I thrive off of.

So why not cut it off? I want this trip to be super centered around God and His work. I want to experience every moment and give ALL the glory to God. I want to rely on God when I feel lonely, weak, or scared. I want to rely on God for reassurance. I want to build my relationship with Him and give myself to grow spiritually in a way that I can’t do if I don’t separate myself from what I find comfort in.

I’m looking at this trip as the ultimate challenge to connect with my Father, God the Savior. I don’t want to hold myself back. I want to reach for Him and keep reaching higher and higher. I want GOD.

But Paige, what about all your friends? Not talking to them during your trip, that’s kind of crazy, don’t you think? How will you stay connected to everyone? Again, valid questions that I’ve asked myself. My friend, Katelynn, told me of this thing she does when she goes on mission trips. You see, she disconnects from the world and doesn’t get on social media. In order to stay connected, she asks people before she leaves if she can pray for them when she is gone. Then, while she is on her trip, she does so. Earlier this summer, she was on her way to Africa for a mission trip when she asked if she could pray for me. Of course, I was excited for this question, and I asked her to pray for my spiritual growth. I wanted to have a summer centered around learning how to be a better Christian. She prayed for me and without knowing it, helped me by giving me a way to grow.

So after a lot of prayer, I picked about 10 people and reached out to them. I’ve asked if I can pray for them. With some, I’ve had face-to-face conversations. We’ve talked about how we can pray for one another. With others, I’ve Facebooked them or texted them. Each person has given me specific things to focus on for them while I am gone. I plan on staying connected to my loved ones by having open dialogue with God. It will keep a conversation going that will not only help me stay focused on my overall goal, but will also allow me to connect to my friends through God. I am really excited for this opportunity.

A silent Paige. That’s what’s about to happen, world. Weird, right? I never thought the day would come either! But I am extremely excited, nervous, and most of all, encouraged by this trip. I want to trust in the Lord for guidance. With that being said, stay tuned. I’d love to share my journey with you. If you find it is on your mind, I’d appreciate prayers as I tackle this challenge. It’s not going to be easy, but I do believe it will be worth it.

The Ultimate Father

Hebrews 1:3

Today is Father’s Day. About a month ago, we celebrated Mother’s Day. Can I just say, “Wow, I am blessed?” Because I truly think I am. You see, I have great parents. They ALWAYS put my siblings and I first. They show us unconditional love. They forgive us. They teach us. They want us to be the very best version of ourselves. Kind of sounds familiar, right?  If not, I promise it will.

crazy love

I’ve been reading a faith based book for every fictional book I read this summer, and currently I’ve been tackling Crazy Love by Francis Chan. (Clearly, I like him, because I reference him a lot. If you have the chance, check him out!) In Crazy Love, he provides an analogy that I’ve heard before, but that I don’t quite fully understand just yet. You see, he says that God’s love can be compared to the love of a parent. The feeling that a mom or a dad gets when they first hold their child. The way a parent wants to protect their child at all costs. Even the punishments parents have to present to children at times for teaching purposes- these are ALL things God demonstrates to His believers. Not to mention, these are lessons He constantly presents in the Bible.

However, there was another analogy Francis Chan uses that I could understand completely. You see, Chan explains that he learned about God through the love of his own dad, something that can really shape the way we view God. For Chan, his image of God was a lot different than mine, because his dad was stricter. There wasn’t any physical contact. He always felt like he was trying not to disappoint his father. Those actions transferred over to his relationship with God, too. He states, “I tried hard not to annoy God with my sin or upset Him with my little problems. I had no aspiration of being wanted by God; I was just happy not to be hated or hurt by him.” W0w. I can’t imagine.

You see, I am blessed, SO BLESSED, and thankful to a God who provided me with not one, but two loving parents. Not only did they show me support, even when I messed up, but they showed me their love for me always. They gave me consistent hugs. They provided for me. They told me when I was wrong, and punished me accordingly, but out of love so that I could learn. They never once made me feel like I was a terrible version of myself. This is a HUGE blessing, because like Francis Chan, my parents have shaped the way I view God. Because of my mom and dad, I see God as a loving God. A God who loves me unconditionally and that is always on my side. A God who wants to help me when He can. Also, a God that punishes, not out of hate, shame, or anger, but in order to teach.

Proverbs 22:6 commands that parents “train a child in the way he should go, and when he is old he will not turn from it,” which demonstrates that the things our parents instill in us when we are younger will stick with us even in our future. They shape our faith! Every lesson my mom and dad have ever taught me, faith based or not, I remember. Every single one.

Matthew 7:11 reads, “If you, then though you are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give good gifts to those who ask him!” Anyone can provide for their child, will provide for their child– good, evil, or in-between. We are all sinners. We’ve all done wrong. We all fall short in God’s eyes. Yet, He, and He alone is worthy of ALL of our trust. He provides. He loves. He is our Father.

1 john 31No matter how you were raised, you are still blessed with the Ultimate Father, God. He sacrificed His son for our sins, so that we could defeat death and live lives that glorify Him! He loves us. He calls us His children. Like any parent, He genuinely cares for us more than our own parents care for us (Wrap your mind around that!)

So on this Father’s Day, remember your parents and their love. It matters. What they teach you matters in ways you probably haven’t even really thought about before.

Also, remember God, our FATHER! Because He is and He deserves recognition not only on this day, but every day. Happy Father’s Day, God!

God Chose Me. I Choose God.


It is not about me. It is about God.

I am defined by my faith in God. My life is meaningless without Him, because He made me and gave me life. Without Him and the sacrifice of his son, Jesus, I would still live with the guilt of my sin and the penalty of death.


In my life, I have always had friends across the spectrum when it came to faith. I’ve had friends who believe in different gods than me. I have friends who believe God is a figment of my imagination. People have challenged my faith. They have asked me why I believe what I believe. They ask me why I put so much effort into my faith. They diminish what I believe, stating that my belief system is just my RELIGION, and therefore, it is not as important as I make it, because everyone follows their own version of religion.

Let me tell you, my beliefs are NOT religion, at least, not to me. My faith in God is a way of life. My prayers are open conversations with a friend, protector, and father. The songs I sing are an offering of love and gratitude. The words I read in the Bible are the most powerful form of literature. They are a way of a life. A guide. My connection to God makes me who I am, and without that faith, I would not be me.

My truest self is found in God. The more I reach for Him, the more I become the person I want to be. Without my creator, my father, my God, I am absolutely nothing. God gives me all that I have. He is with me always. He made me, and because I am a child of God, I am wonderfully created, because He established me through His unfailing love.


If there is absolutely anything I deem to be true, it is that I sincerely believe in a God who sacrificed for His people AND I believe in my God, who defeated death. Do not try to diminish who I am by stating that I focus too much on my faith. Do not try to get me to speak less about God. He will ALWAYS be first in my life, because life without Him is not a life I want to live.

If you do not accept my faith, you do not accept me.

gods creation

“For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place, when I was woven together in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed body; all the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be.” Proverbs 139:13-16.

God knows me better than I know myself. He is my creator, and I place ALL of my faith in Him. He guides me. He leads my decision. He protects me. He pushes me. He challenges me to grow. Without Him, I am nothing. You don’t have to accept that belief for yourself. However, you must accept that He will always be the center of my life. Always. Thus, he comes first and foremost.

The more I know God, the more I know myself.