Are You Being Made Well?

This post comes with a bit of a preface:

I have found myself a part of a launch team for Jenny Simmons new book, Made Well. Outside of receiving the book to review and help promote, I get nothing from this (monetary wise, I got A LOT from this book in many other ways). These are my actual person thoughts about a book I so happen to LOVE. So, once you finish reading, check out Madewellbook.com, pre-order today and you will be entered to win a ton of great prizes, on top of receiving an amazing book!

Back to my post:

Are you being made well?

well. whole. complete.

While there are nuggets of wisdom scattering throughout the entire book (as well as a great story about being fist deep in worm poop, y'all, I cannot make that up!), I am going to focus on one particular section that resonated with me the other day.

As most people who will read my blog know, I recently have made a huge change in my life. I have moved. Twice. Once from my college, back to my hometown, then again from my home town to Michigan (about 1,200 miles away... or a 25 hour drive in a uhaul). I loved my school. I mean I LOVED my school. I kind of didn't want to move home. And then I loved being home, and I kind of didn't want to move to Michigan. But here I am, sitting in a Starbucks on a cool (basically Florida winter...) fall day, in a town in Michigan. And if you know me at all, or go back and read anything I've posted, you will see a reoccurring theme: I AM A CREATURE OF HABIT. The times I feel the most restless or lost are when  major changes are being made in my life. I was doing pretty well with this whole moving a million times (I love exaggerating) thing until, some things in Michigan did not go the way I planned. I needed to heal a bit. I needed my places, my people, my familiar sights. Alas, I had none. Or so I thought. Cue "Made Well" 

I have my typical places of healing (as I suspect everyone does).

In no particular order:

The beach in my hometown.

Currahee Mountain  watching the sunrise with my roomie.

An Eno with a book and my bestie

Drinking coffee at Java Station with my earbuds playing Ellie Holcomb.

"My" chair, under a blanket, my dog, and a Netflix marathon

These are highly specific places, with specific people. And it just so happens I have found myself without all of those places or people. So how am I supposed to be made well!?

"I used to think [being made well] could only happen with a bible in hand, 

wrestling over Scripture verses or on an exotic trip. 

But now I know if my eyes are open,

 I experience peace that passes understanding in a myriad of places." 

- "Made well" Pg. 93. 

Being made well can happen any time, any place.

I find myself sitting in a Starbucks in my new little home base in Michigan, with my earbuds in listening to Ellie Holcomb. Its not Java station, but I am still being made well. My chair now has a new home, placed in my boyfriends apartment, and I read part of made well there with a Greys marathon playing in the background. And while the chair doesn't belong there, I was still being made well. I got to facetime with my best friend for an hour, and while we weren't in our ENOs, I was still being made well.

What I am realizing is that I may not need those specific places I used to go to be made well. What I really need is a heart that is willing to being made well, and the places will come to me. They make look different than what I am used to, or what I really want. But the process of being made well is all the same.

"Healing doesn't always come right away, or right on time for that matter. It certainly doesn't always show up in big, flashy brushstrokes like front-row concert tickets, But sometimes it does. The important thing is to keep your eyes and heart open, knowing that healing avenues are at work all around you; they belong to you if you claim them."

- "Made well" Pg. 94.

Here's to being made well. 

My issue with "How He Loves"...

I have an issue with How He Love…….Yeah, I just said that.

I can already hear the pitchforks being sharpened by people reading this.

But, hang on till the end, it doesn’t mean exactly what you think it does.

I am sure that a lot of people know the back story of why the song was written, and if you don’t, check it out HERE. But.. here is a short excerpt from the video….

 “The love I’m singing about in that song is not a pretty, clean… its not a Hollywood, hot pink love. It’s the kind of love that’s willing to love things that are messy, and willing to love even the difficult and sort of, kind of, gross things. That’s really the kind of song I wanted to write, through a frustrating period. In my anger and resentment and my frustration that [God] could still love me through that. In this process of my buddy dying, He could love me through that. He was ok, He wasn’t offended that I was angry at Him. This song isn’t a celebration of weakness or anger, it’s the celebration of a God who would want to hang with us through those things, and be a part of our lives through those things. And despite who we are, He would want to be a part of us, and a part of our community, and a part of our family”

So... here’s the thing, If you have ever been around me when “How He Loves” is played, things get a little weird. I get a little teary (ok, sometimes a lot), I get quiet, and it’s basically just awkward all around. Mostly because no one is used to seeing me get emotional in public, that’s just not my way.

So why the issue?

Well I don’t know if you have ever experienced loss before, but if you have, this song may paralyze you in the same way. You may understand this broken, ugly, gross kind of love JMM was writing about. 

In 2014, something awful happened. I experienced loss in a way I never thought I would have to ever work through. Now, this isn’t my place or time to air that out, if you want to know what happened, feel free to ask me in person, it’s just not something I want to put on the internet. That said, it was not pretty. I remember a long drive home, after the longest day of my life, crying and wondering what exactly God had planned to make life ok again. I wasn’t sure how to worship a God that allowed such pain to overcome the people He says he loves, it just didn’t make sense. By a series of events (again, a story to ask me personally) this song came into my life during this time. But I wasn’t celebrating, I was worshiping God in the midst of complete brokenness. I was worshiping God in the midst of anger and confusion.

My problem with tragedy is this: 

I want to get over it, and I want to forget it.

That was exactly my plan, after day of crying, and a couple weeks of adjusting, I left town. I left for a 2 month mission trip where I was going to leave the past behind and focus on what God was doing in the present.

There was one problem, this song still existed.

At first, I would quickly turn it off, because the memories were just too painful, and I wanted to move on. Then, I decided, maybe this was God trying to work in me. That sneaky God.

So, I began to let it play. It played during worship, and I unabashedly cried in public and in front of my students (ew, what the heck). I realized that this song was going to be Gods way of not letting me forget. He wanted me to remember my brokenness and anger. Ok, I know that doesn’t sound right. But here’s the thing, in remembering the brokenness and anger I felt, I was reminded that I was still here, my pain didn’t take me down, I beat it. While I still bear the scars, my wounds have healed.

This song still hurts when I hear it. 

My stomach still flip flops, and my heart still drops.

 And some days, I still cry. 

But this song is my Ebenezer.

It Took 2 Years To Finish This Post...

*Not sure why I never finished this post... but now I am, 2 years later and it is still relevant. 

“I really believe there is so much more power in music than we know. Today, for instance, I am in the middle of a rather big problem and its really shaking me. And the song I can't get out of my head is "one thing remains".

Why does this even matter? Because while I'm sitting here, words ready to fly in attack, the lyrics hits me in the face... On and on and on and on it goes... And it overwhelms and satisfies my soul... And I'll never ever have to be afraid... This one thing remains... In death, in life I'm confident and covered by the power of your great love... My debt is paid there's nothing that can separate my heart from your great love... 

That's some great stuff.  It was enough to shut Kinsey up and let Jesus tell her what words she really meant to say in that moment of anger. And I think those words made the difference. They cleared up some confusion, and while the hurt is still here, and a painful discussion is still needed to fix the problem, I suddenly feel at peace. 

I don't typically focus in on the overwhelming love that is Jesus.. But in the past few weeks that word hasn't left me alone, it's been in every song that has gotten into my brain. And that's a powerful thing, because once I allow that song to get into my brain, it quickly makes it was to my heart and that's where the word "overwhelming" hit me. “

*This was where I ended my writing 2 years ago.... let me pick up here:

I'm not entirely sure what issue I was facing when I typed this 2 long years ago, but I can tell you this… My life was sort of a mess when I wrote this. I had just stopped going to college and was trying to figure out what I should do in the in-between (good news folks, the Lord provided, but alas, that's a post for another day). Funny story... my life usually feels sort of a mess. That’s where I feel I can always find myself sitting... on the fence toeing the line between "I think I've got it together" and "hold up y'all, it’s about to hit the fan". The great thing about teetering on the edge of dysfunction... I can always find rest in the simplicity and complex nature of the overwhelming love that Jesus has for me… a goofy little, 21 year old, tornado of a girl. 2 years later and I still actually remember what song I was singing after I wrote the beginning of this post. It’s called “Overwhelmed” by Ryan Post.

How can I not be moved now that I see You, Oh God?

I am overwhelmed
By everything You are
You take this broken life and shine in like the stars
So let Your waves crash down and overwhelm my soul
You satisfy my life and tell me I am Yours
I am Yours

I mean, how can those lyrics not hit you right in the feels? To know that no matter what situation I find myself in, good or bad, I can still be overwhelmed by the fact that Jesus is constantly telling the Father that I am HIS. Seriously… all the time… “She’s mine, you see that girl? She’s mine. I love her. She’s mine.” Just over and over again Jesus is saying “I got you girl, I love you”. Even in the moments I'm not entirely sure He has me, He is there “That girl, she’s mine”. I can tell you right now, there is one thing that can calm in in the worst of panic or distress, and it is those words. There is nothing more comforting to me than knowing that no matter where I am, Jesus has me.

This song has been a part of my story for quite some time, and clearly there is divine reason, to remind me to never lose the feeling of being overwhelmed in the love God shows for me every day. If you want, check it out HERE


What about you? What is something that eases your soul in a time of distress? Is there a song you listen to over and over again (like me), a piece of scripture you cling to, or something else? Share it with me : )

Hello, I'm new here.

I rarely come to this blog, but when I do, it’s because something crazy is happening to my life, and I need to let it out on paper and be known.

Since I am all about honesty on this blog.. I have to say this:

When I wrote this goodbye letter on my final night at EASM (My youth group back home) I honestly was convinced I was saying goodbye to youth group for a very long time. Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE students (Yes, even the middle schoolers), and I know that God wants me to work with them forever, but being the creature of habit that I am, I was fully convinced I would never find another church or youth group that came close to EAC (my church back home). I grew up there, I accepted Christ there, and if you want to know more about them and how they impact my story, read my letter to them (Click here).

However, this post is about the present, not the past.

I have spent the past year and a half at TFC. I love it here, I love my friends, I love my roommate, I love the freedom moving away from home has given me. I have been stretched and pulled by God in so many areas, and for a girl who struggles with social anxiety in new places, I have really put myself out there. Or so I thought.

Over thanksgiving/Christmas break this year, I got to see “my” students (AKA my youth group). While I LOVED every second of it, there was a certain reality hitting me over and over again: the longer ive been gone, the more they have moved on. There are other people filling in where I used to work, the intern duties have been handed off to others, and (possibly worst of all) apparently people CAN get chickfila on Wednesday nights without me (seriously… what the heck). And while some of these truth stung my pride a little, nothing hurt more than hearing my youth pastor was leaving the church to go where God was leading him and his family. This was the final brick to the wall closing off my childhood. For some reason, I felt like it was finally time to move on from EAC. After these two trips back home, I had closure and I felt at peace with here I was heading. I returned back to campus with the full intent of (finally) embracing a new church.

To my church family back home reading this- I STILL LOVE AND MISS YOU SO MUCH. I have come to realize that it’s true, I will never find another church like EAC, or another youth group like EASM, yall goofs are one of a kind.

That being said: something big has happened in my life and I really want you to know about it…. I have become a member at new church (gasp, shock, gasp some more). And more than that… I have become a leader at a new youth group (ok… that one actually shocked me). And it turns out… I love it… mostly. It’s crazy to see where God will bring you when you finally release control. Within 2 weeks I found myself sitting in a membership class for a church I’ve been attending the past year and a half, and I found myself filling out a youth leader application. I will be honest in saying I DID NOT do this completely willingly. I dragged my heels, I told God I really didn’t want to, in fact, I was in my car about to ditch the membership class, when i heard Him telling me "I love you, girl. Now get your butt inside and stop ignoring what I am telling you to do". Thankfully, this stubborn girl listened for once and forced myself to stay. The same thing happened with joining the youth group, I almost didn’t. The walk from the sanctuary to the table where the youth pastor was sitting was THE longest walk in history. My heart was racing and I seriously almost walked right out of the door (ok, i kind of did... but then i turned back around), I HATE being the new kid I repeated to myself over and over, dragging my feet. Thankfully, again, my pride lost and I nervously talked about wanting to check out the youth group. That conversation lead me to a leader meeting that night, sitting around a table with a group of leaders I didn’t know. This was a first. I can honestly say, once again, I almost didn’t go (have I mentioned I am terrified of meeting new people?). I was very clearly the new kid on the block (90’s pun completely intended). Long story short, God once again tackled my pride and it turns out….. I really really like the leaders at my new youth group… like a lot. They are kind, welcoming, and excited about students. And to all my new friends at Foothills/Live.... You now know a little big of my embarrassing back story of how I got to you. Yes, underneath my "calm cool and collected" exterior.... Is an scared noob. :)

So I suppose this is just one long ramble about how I have been slowly over coming my fears of being new (don’t worry yall, I still make a complete awkward fool out of myself, that hasn’t changed). If you are reading this… will you pray for me? I am getting to know new leaders, new students, new parents, new everything. I had gotten so used to the routine at EASM, I know exactly when and where to be, and what needs to be done. I was a part of running the show, I had the keys, I had the plan, I was left in charge of so many things. That said, I am still trying to find my role within this new youth group, it is quite humbling to go from feeling like I knew everything, to knowing basically nothing or no one. I am (slowly…. And awkwardly) embracing this new chapter in my life.

Here’s to hopefully more life change blog posts in the near future. 

*Do you have any suggestion for my transition? Tell me, comment below! :)

True Life: I have no idea what im doing

Here i am.. back in my blogging world. Its few and far between that i actually spend quality time in the space, and i have finally figured out why.

Heres a shocking secret... ready? Ok. My name is Kinsey Anne Whittet, im almost 21 years old, nearly halfway done with college.... and i have ZERO idea what i am doing, 

Now, i dont mean this obviously in a literal sense, because i KNOW what im doing... sitting at my cleanly organized desk on a dreary friday evening, writing on my neglected blog. However, in the span of my life in general, i will own up to the fact that my most muttered phrase is "fake it till you make it" half jokingly and, well, the other half...

Recently, i was involved in a nasty car accident during my spring break vacation back home in Florida. And while, the Lord provided and all of us walked away with very minor physical injuries, the mental beating i took is still trying to recover. With every physical ache and bruise i found, i was excited, because i knew the Lord was bragging with every step i took. Im now a walking testimony to the love, protection, and favor the Lord has over all of us, because i very easily could not have walked so easily away from that wreck. However, the struggle is in the lingering aches and pains my soul feels from the weight of that night. My roommate, in only the way she can, gets to ask me the hard questions that I never want to answer. Recently, one of the questions we have been talking through in room 206 is this:

"Had we died in that accident, would we know for sure that we both would go to heaven."

 

WHEW. That's such a heavy thought. And, of course, in true Kinsey, "I always have an answer" fashion, I immediately said "Yes." and that was the end of the conversation that night.

However, the next day, I ended up confessing this: Im not completely confident in my simple pretty "Yes" answer.

Now, don't get your bibles and holy water out for me just yet, let me finish...

I know deep in my heart that Jesus Christ died for my sins, so that I, a wretched disgusting sinner, could live forever, along side God himself, in heaven. I believe that, so in my heart I KNOW that I will spend my eternity in Heaven. However, I did begin to seriously look at the fruits in my life, what Jesus will be judging me on, and I was to say the least, concerned. When was the last time I intently studied my bible? Who was holding me accountable? Where did my mind wander in its free time? I cant give you those answers, because they are a little too personal to share over the internet, but I will tell you this: I was ashamed. And while, I tend to be much harder on myself than I need to be, this just did not settle well inside my soul. I know that I have not been putting forth much effort spiritually lately, and I could use many excuses that would sound good to most of the world, but to me they are crap, so I wont even bother trying to make them work. The fact is: I got lazy. I stopped seeing the emergency of living the gospel out.

So... what did I do, or what am I doing about this? If you were to ask my friends, I have dropped off the face of campus. And they would be correct. I have been spending a lot of time in my room, reading, listening to music, just being quiet to allow God to speak. I haven't been entirely my perky self, partly due to my physical pains, but mostly due to my spiritual aches. I realized that if I am not in a good spiritual state, im a terrible friend, roommate, and student. So I took a break from some of my relational obligations at TFC. Im learning very quickly, while physical wounds heal and fade, spiritual wounds need much more care and tending to. Thankfully, I caught the flags of my spiritual needs before I reached a point of completely drained. and I feel like I have learned a lot this week about myself, and where God wants to take me. And while im scared of where im heading, im completely excited. Slowly over the next week, I will integrate back into the TFC population again, hopefully a much more energetic and excited gal.

Ive been pouring myself into music mostly this week, because if you know me, music the ultimate answer to any mood or feeling. I let God speak to me through it, I speak to God through it, and it provides words when I don't have any. One song that ive been playing all day is "if you can hear me" by Ben Rector... heres a link to it: If You Can Hear Me

Anyway... that's what Ive got for now... just a few ramblings of whats in my messy head!
Up next: starting and working through "A Call To Die: 40 days of fasting from the world and feasting on Gods word" Yep.... Should be interesting!

Until then..
xoxo,
-Kins
 

Can I Be Honest......

Its got to be a little bit of a blog-inception going on right now.. the title of my blog.. within the title of a blog.. what?! Ive been thinking about my blog lately- the lack of posting.. the lack of wanting to post.. the lack of wanting to write.. yeah, all of that. So I have been brainstorming where I should go next, because the day to day happenings aren't really blog worthy a ton of the time.. or maybe that's just the way I view it.. maybe a blog post for another day? Anyway, Sitting in my New Testament class this morning I was thinking (Yep, about my blog.. give me credit.. it was 8am.. its hard to study the depth of the sermon on the mount at 8am.. I was barely into my coffee!) So, I got to thinking, I made this blog for a reason, and even more than that, I named it for a specific reason. If you know me, you know music is my passion, its everything to me. And Kj-52 (which if you really know me, is one of the first artists I listened to in a Christian world) has provided me a song to which I live life. "Can I Be Honest" I how found verses and quotes that backs up what this songs means. Honesty is such a rarity in this world of masks.

Here we go, I want to, for the next however long it takes, go through the lyrics of this song, and just honestly let my thoughts out about them. So.. part one.. lets see where this ends up...

What if I spoke with complete honest-ness
What if told you that I've broken some promises
I dealt with pride ever since a little kid
I've comprised and I've doubted like Thomas did
I can't hide though he sees the way I live
Every single time I told every little fib

What if.. what if I, or we, were honest? What if we could just wear our hearts on our sleeves? What if I revealed to my friends and family EVERY SINGLE TIME I failed, lied, stole, judged, envied? What would happen if I told you the sins I battle day in and day out? How would you see me? Would I still be that nice little Christian girl, going to her Christian school, working towards a degree to be in a Christian work place? NO. You wouldn't, I would look a lot like the ugliest people in the world. You probably wouldn't still think of me in that light whatsoever.

But, what if.. what if you could? What if after I finished airing our my dirty laundry, you had the honesty to look back at yourself, with the same laser eyes you were pointing my way? Because, no, I cannot hide from the struggles and sins in my life.. but here's an ugly truth.. neither can you. We push, pull, dress up, and glamorize the crap in our life.  I can put make-up, jewelry, nice clothes, and heels on my body.. does that hide anything? Maybe.. but not to me. I still see it, and people around me may be fooled, but they see themselves.

I still got issues that's hard to let go
Still got some bitter situations with a few folks
Still got a temper that I work hard to control
I gotta remember your standard that's the goal

See, I know the situations I'm battling.. and many others know them, too. I have unresolved conflicts, I have a temper that often gets the best of my mind, I have people I am fleeing from at home, and I wrestle with forgiveness. I tear myself down with the rest of the world. I look in the mirror and point out every single way I fail throughout the day. And as I encounter the people and friends on campus, they do the same thing. We walk ourselves through a battlefield in our own minds. We fight alone. We fight for our lives, our souls, our faith, and our salvation. Until we remember, that fight was not meant for us to endure by ourselves.

The LORD will fight for you; you need only to be still.

Exodus 14:14

The reason the battle never fulfills us is because we aren't fighting it the way we were made to. We walk alone, depend on ourselves, craft our own weapons and shields. What if... what if, just for a second, we took a moment to be still and shut up those voices in our minds? What if we took the time to realize that we have others fighting with us and for us? What if we could just stop running long enough to look back and see the marathon of support alongside us? What if, just for one day, we put down our shields and weapons, and trusted that we would, in fact, still be okay? What if we could once again trust our brothers, sisters, and GOD to protect us like they were made to? What would happen? What would become of a girl who gave into rest, rather than running herself ragged... If she could just stop to breathe and allow, for just a moment, the battle to continue on without her?

What would become of us as brothers and sisters in Christ if we finally gave into our own battles and stepped down from the fight, allowing God to take the lead warrior position? What if...



The Most Important Meal of the Day.

*Yes, This took me a week to write and post.. life of a college student. I didn't even proof read, or check for typos. This post was written sparatically, over a series of days, where I somehow managed to find time between classes, mandatory "events", mass amounts of homework and reading, and trying to find my footing here at TFC... so im sorry ahead of time :)


Where I'm from, in my group of friends, we all have a general consensus.. there is one meal the trumps all other meals. And no, it is not breakfast.

 

"Wanna grab a coffee?"

 

Yep, there it is. The one question I grew, not only to anticipate being asked, but I whole-heartedly expected it.  Its such a short sentence. In fact, its not even a great sentence.. just a little, below average, sentence that most people wouldn't think much of. But to myself, and to my precious group of friends, we know its importance. We know that sentence has a sacred, valuable, and cherished meaning behind it. It goes much deeper than getting a caffeine fix.

 

 

I couldn't even begin to list the life changing, heart altering, and spiritually challenging conversations that have sparked from that sentence. I can recall so many moments, through my many years at home, that I have gotten to indulge in so many types of coffee with so many types of people. Some, I knew very well, and for some, coffee was the ice breaker that sparked friendship. My coffee date people know what I'm talking about. This is a time to sit in little coffee shops, Starbucks, or my personal favorite, in the comfort of a home. Life was shared, babies were watched (or sometimes ignored.. hehe), crafts were made, challenges were thrown down, bible verses were recited.. the best description I have ever heard of it came from a great friend, who 99.9% of the time is wiser and more godlike than most in my world, she puts it this way:

 

"We are living life together. At the end of the day, if you leave and my house is still a mess, and craft supplies are thrown everywhere, and my dishes and laundry aren't done, I will learn to be okay with that, because I know relationships happened, and those are more important than my housework."

I hope I did that justice, friend. Its a paraphrase, but the heart of your message is there there!!

 

Anyway, So what im saying it, from those many coffee dates i have learned so much about life, God, and who i am. So, where is this going.. Here we go!

 

A little known fact (lol) about me: I recently just left my home of 20 years (wow, im 20.. im old.) for college. I have been here a week and a half. I have made my dorm into my home, i have met my Profs., i have sat in chapel, and i have done the corny "Back To School" events. With that said, i will say, I absolutely adore my college life already. If you know me personally, you know that I am not a creature of change. I love the order that was my life back home. My people, my church, familiar roads and landmarks. I love it. Rather, I loved it. I have a new love now, and it is Tocca Falls College, and all that it entails.  

 

Yes, I know, im just shy of two weeks, what do I even know? I know this, for a girl (can i call myself girl? Im not a woman, this i know..) who hates change, I was ready to cry myself to sleep every night from homesickness, I was ready for the stomach knots of meeting new people and missing my old people, I was ready for awkward friendships for the next year, as I slowly caught my footing on these hilly lands. Let me tell you.. this has NOT been that case. How do I know Tocca Falls College is my new love? Because the second I stepped foot onto campus I experienced an overwhelming sense of home. Not to say I don't miss my other home, mostly my people, i dont enjoy knowing life actually DOES go on without Kinsey, but im growing to accept that, and embrace my new roles of life.

 

Anyway... Where does coffee even fit in with this?? Here we go.. Take two!

I have a friend here, and to say she's a Godsend would be an understatement. Shes an honorary soul sister. She has been a crutch to lean on in times where i feel uncertain. And yes, were known each other for 2 weeks, which is how I know God is ALL over it. If were not together, you can find us texting, plotting our next meeting, however truth be told, shes on my hall, directly diagonal from my room, so we are OFTEN together. I have loved stretching my relationship skills, because for a shy girl with 20 years of other invested friendships, i was not prepared to make friends, especially close friends, quickly.  However, I knew when her awesome self popped into my room and asked "Wanna grab coffee" this friendship was about to get real. Poor girl, she had no idea my emotional ties to coffee dates.

Long post short: This coffee date was incredible. Filled with laughter, tears, stories, and God. It kick started a friendship. It took us from shallow, day-to-day ramblings, to being able to ask the deep, hard, and uncomfortable questions. All of that from one sentence. Maybe I put too much emphasis on it, maybe it just happened. Maybe that's what you think. But I know different, I know the impact that can come from coffee drinking with people.

So where does this post go next.. i have no idea! Im still trying to finish mass amounts of homework!

Maybe you take this and make it into a challenge.. yeah! There it is!
I, Kinsey, challenge you, reader, to ask someone to coffee! Be it someone you know and love, or a stranger you wish to connect with, im telling you, nothing opens people up like a delish cup of coffee!!