I've taken up swing dancing.

     When I mention this to people who don't know what it is, they assume it's some kind of country dance because of where I live. But that's hardly the case. It's a genre of dancing, popular around the '20s,'30s, '40s and 50's. Found among the footwork are the famous Charleston, Jitterbug and Lindy-hop. My brother first introduced me to it when he was home from college (he'd been winning over Southern belles with his skills). After our first living room lesson, I became obsessed.
       I found a Swing club that meets in Lancaster every Saturday night and whenever I get a chance I hop late into the night with strangers from the county. It's a wild time. You get to meet '40s clad cyber school teachers and open-heart surgery nurses. But the evening is also infused with downtown Lancaster culture, there are the tattooed, oxford wearing hipsters who tear up the floor.
       To give you a glimpse of what it's like, I've linked up a video.

Veronica A.


A High School Student's New Year

A sketch I made that morning.
     Sitting in Prince Street Cafe, sipping a cappuccino and munching on a blueberry muffin, watching as the sun gradually warms the frigid cement sidewalk outside-- life is good. The day after I finished my week long extravaganza of exams, I woke up early and motored into Lancaster. I wanted the first sweet, sweet moments of my freed existence to be accompanied by the fresh urban setting. All anxiety had fallen off my shoulders, and I felt like I could breath again. Just me and my journal, no homework; this was the way to start a new semester.
      The coming week held so much potential for better note taking and improved focus. Just as working adults compile New Year's resolutions, high school students establish New Semester intentions-- mine are to memorize things when they are assigned and write down more.
      Although, there was an astounding amount of stress, the Lord did take care of me. Neither would I have gotten out of bed, nor would I have studied and taken the exams if it weren't for God's gentle and comforting but firm hand each morning. In my journal, I wrote down a couple of scripture passages that were encouraging to me. Every day I went back to them to remind me of who I was and who God was. One was Psalm 18. Scribbled on little owl post-it by my desk are the words:
"You, O Lord, keep my lamp burning; my God turns my darkness into light. With your help I can advance against a troop; with my God I can scale a wall." ~ Psalm 18:28-29

Veronica A. 


     Unfortunately, exams have hit and some other stuff as well. So I will be gone today and next Wednesday. Posts will return on January 21. 

Merci beaucoup ,

Veronica A.



       For the past couple of years, my experience of New Years has been disappointing. Each cycle I get the impression that I should feel a certain way and I never do. Yet, everyone else around me seems to have caught a case of New Years Spirit. This year, I have decided it's ok not to feel excited about it. The important holiday was Christmas. Something, I know I want to celebrate and enjoy. Instead of finding every possible way to imitate a New Years spirit, I'm going to anchor myself in whom I love. Having faith that He will be walking beside me all of 2015.

Veronica A.


Setting Up for Christmas


       Every year when I mention getting a tree. My dad replies: "Do we really need to?" And I emphatically respond: "Yes!" 
       Despite my annual custom of decorating the house, it's not the act of hanging the bizarre reindeer ornament that gives me joy, it's the memories that accompany the environment of a decked living room. Having my family with me, brothers and all, makes me want to sing "Hallelujah." God is so good. Just the memory of falling asleep to the sight of a lighted Christmas tree in our New York apartment, fills me with nostalgic affection for the holidays. 
       The only real reason I can enjoy this season so much, is that I know that no matter how the next year turns out, my family and I have been secured by Jesus' coming to earth. He has established joy in my life and by his blessings I have seen His goodness in the land of the living. 

Veronica A.


A (Mercifully) Short Book About A (Really) Big Problem

     Before Thanksgiving Break I was going crazy, Orchestra and School and Choir and Church and life! I was exhausted. The first morning of sleeping in with no lingering anxiety of a late Organic Chemistry test was glorious. Second day into break, my mom enthusiastically recommended this book, which she had sped through it about a day. I knew I needed some help, my life beyond nap indulging breaks was out of control.
     Kevin DeYoung doesn't claim to be able to solve the problem of business, instead he provides an adjusted perspective on the issues that run many of our lives. I found that I wasn't only scared of cutting out activities in my week, but I also was terrified of having to trust God with my future. Identifying the problem is halfway to solving it. Crazy Busy pinpoints the struggles that perpetually busy people have but don't want to deal with. It is an insightful yet short read.

      In light of my crazy busy life and my unrestricted desire to please people, this has become my new life verse.

"Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for human masters"
~Colossians 3:23
Veronica A.