November 21, 2020


Mud. I felt is squish through my socks as I dragged my foot through the gravel. Wednesday night was raw in the best way possible. I was under a tent in the dark, worshipping Jesus in the mud. I love mud. It gets everywhere, even all over my dress as the hem dragged behind me. I danced in the mud and gravel with all my might, as praise was roared around me. I have never been happier to throw a pair of torn socks away. A stage. Saturday morning, I walked into Bethel’s sanctuary to dance for the first time. A five year dream was fulfilled that day. As the…

September 26, 2020

Home Is Where He Is

I have been here a day shy of a month already. I have already completed my first week of school. I have already made community and friends that call me their own. I have already seen God fulfill the long awaited hopes and dreams of the past three years. And we are just getting started. I won’t lie and tell you that everything has been hunky dory the whole time. But this is home for me. Not necessarily the place I reside, but my home is in God’s will and favor. I feel it all over this season. This is me, and this is where I am supposed to be. …

August 13, 2020

The Urge To Jump

Somehow, even when one pushes for and craves change, when that change comes it still leaves you feeling helpless. Like a downward plummet right after you jump. Even though you made the decision to jump, doesn’t mean that you can control the outcome. In that free fall, your left wishing for nothing more than to be on that safe ledge again. But scrambling for safety will only leave you panicked and the landing rough. Better to embrace the fall.  See you when I land. From me to you, -Emily Jacobsen 

August 7, 2020

The Last Goodbye

I feel the pain, will my heart stop beating? Sometimes it feels that way.  Goodbyes, why do they have to be a fundamental part of life? Every trip that I have come back from, every transition I have experienced, has left me with a goodbye on my tongue. I wish for nothing more than to spit it out.  Every missions trip has ended in tears for me. I grow attached and I long for those people and places. It has been over three years since I have left Cambodia… My heart feels physical pain every time I remember the friends and family I left behind, so far away from me….

July 10, 2020

Sometimes Joy Sucks

“Joy is a sacrifice…there is joy in the sacrifice. There is joy in the suffering. Because it is in the suffering that we find out what is real. When we test the limits and can bend no more under the pressure of the pain. God meets us there. There is an ugly encounter with the truth of reality. We can choose to accept it and embrace it. Or we snap. If the latter is chosen then all is folly. But the former brings us dependence on God. That dependence leads to an unearthly joy that is chosen and not felt in the midst of the pain. To choose joy is…

June 17, 2020

Rise Up Gen Z

Jesus is my home, but He is also my wilderness. What if I told you that Jesus craves adventure even more than we do? Well, its true. God is the Lord of all, even the unknown. The unknown parts of the world, and the unknown parts of me. As I discover Him, I discover myself. It’s this constant tension that lives in the very deep parts of my being. Wanting to know the world around me to understand myself. And God fulfills that within me.  I’m not just talking about a religion here but a real person. Jesus has a fathomless depth that could be searched for eons and never…

May 22, 2020

To Forget Is To Perish

Why do I forget so easily? My Brain seems as uneasy as shifting sands in a windstorm. PEACE! Part the clouds. There are the stars and the stillness again. Then I forget in complacency what I first remembered. Why do I forget? PEACE! Hold on to the thread, a constant comfort. A guide wire to the path. PEACE! Don’t forget, if you are in constant living of the peace, it can’t escape. The unending presence wont allow forgetfulness. Why do I forget? Because I do not abide. In complacency I stray across the sands of my own mind. Go back, don’t lose the thread. Peace and abide. ————————————————————— I wrote…

May 8, 2020

Standing In The Rain

This new existence exhausts me. It’s like the very air is suffocating. I don’t mind the long days and evenings at home. It really isn’t that different from my normal life. But the atmosphere is toxic. When I get on Facebook, I see the confusion and strife. When I go out, I see the concern and paranoia. I’m not saying it’s unfounded, it’s just a lot for this empath to process. I feel everything, down deep into my bones. Some days it’s all I can do to not curl into a ball and give up. Do you ever wish the constant ness of life would just cease for a moment?…

April 24, 2020

My Wheat Valley

Welcome! I want to give some insight into my blog name. My Wheat Valley is a place the Lord has made for me. In October of 2019, while I was spending time with the Lord, He dropped me into the middle of this circle, surrounded by high stalks of wheat swaying in the wind. The wheat was so high, I couldn’t see anything else other than the top of mountain peaks in the distance. The sky was lavender. I felt such peace in this vision I was having. “This is your safe place” the Lord told me. “This is where I want you come when your overwhelmed, when you want…