Why Dulcius Ex Asperis? (No, I am not a Latin nerd) I claim this Scottish motto in name, blood and heart.

My journey thus far has been “Sweeter after Difficulties”, and is on its way to being sweeter still.

This is who I am, the parts of me I know to be true. The rest of me is shifting constantly; my tastes and hopes, likes and dislikes rearranging themselves to either become a part of my constant or to become a part of who I used to be.

I do not know what I am about, who does? Do you?

But I know a lot of things to be true, for instance I know that seven years old’s love to step on ants and ladybugs. I know that rainstorms are incredible and awe inspiring and scary. I know that in the spring, flowers bloom, and in the summer, the pool feels nice. I know that my roommates think that my music choices are questionable and I know that I like being barefoot.

I know that Advent means birth/awakening/coming, but to me it means death/forgiveness/peace.

I know that I like naps.

I know that love will always exist, even if we don’t feel it (or think we don’t) Even in the dark, cold spaces of this world. Through all of time someone, somewhere, is loving.

I know that next time the goonies spend the night I am not waking them up at seven to watch the sunrise. We are gonna sleep in. Every time.

I know that if my house caught on fire and I was only allowed to save three books I would be found burnt to a crisp trying to drag three bookcases out of the house.

I know that I am overwhelmed by all that I know and all that I don’t.

I know that I can blame most of my problems on my seven siblings, most of my solutions too.

I know that I don’t know squat about all the things I want to, like how to rock climb and how to listen better, how to fillet a fish and how to paint my right fingernails.

But above, through, around it all I know that I am not my own but belong body and soul both in life and in death to my faithful Savior Jesus Christ.