August 16, 2021

Choosing Authenticity

I’m just going to leave this here: What they don’t tell you about being yourself is that it is hard.  You think it’s going to be all freedom and relief. In reality it’s hard work.  The decision of every moment to be authentic and original.  It’s easier to blend into the monotony of everybody else.  Choose the work. Even if you are an exposed nerve, better that than letting yourself die inside.  From me to you, -Emily Jacobsen

May 15, 2021

That’s A Wrap!

Thats A Wrap!  I graduated last week. It is still surreal. I wish I could say that I was one hundred percent ready to graduate, but I can’t. A big part of me wishes I could rewind time and relive the last nine months.  I don’t think there is much I would have done differently, except to hold on to each moment a little longer. The last nine months were so sweet. Through each moment of pain, triumph, and celebration I lived the season to its fullest. Today I have been really reflecting on God’s kindness. He is so kind and it never ceases to amaze me. I am still…

February 12, 2021

Pain is in the Past, Right?

Time heals all wounds. Or does it?  Culture is so steeped in this concept. With the passing of time pain fades and heals. You forgive, forget, and move on. But where does all the pain go? Does it evaporate into thin air?  We live these lives taught to move on and be happy. “Don’t let the past define you!” Sometimes forgetting and moving on, ensnares you in the very thing that you are supposed to be getting free from. The idea of “Stay Positive!” and “Be Happy!” has raped society of the chance to actually feel and heal. God gave us emotions. That means all the emotions that are put…

January 1, 2021

One Hundred and Fifty Thousand

Happy new year everybody! For my first post in the new year, I want to share a dream and promise God has given me.  This time last year I was at a conference called movement 2020. During this conference, I had a very real encounter with the Lord. I could feel His love. It brought a lot of relief and freedom to my life. During this encounter, He clearly told me that He was going to give me one hundred and fifty thousand dollars. Crazy right?  But my God is not a small God, and it is well within His means to do so. Honestly, I dismissed it in the…

November 21, 2020

Mud

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….