Catalyst. Part Two: The Launch Event

"True art is characterized by an irresistible urge in the creative artist." - Albert Einstein

What a privilege to witness art springing forth from this irresistible urge.

I don't think anyone who attended Catalyst's inaugural "Launch" event last weekend can deny that they bore witness to true art.

If you have never observed something like this, I will do my best to describe it, though I am not sure my words will do it justice.

Art in its truest form begs to be understood. It succeeds.

Art in its truest form does not discriminate against its audience. It transcends all barriers.

Art in its truest form does not strive for perfection. It is too human. 

Art in its truest form heals. It does not need to know what ails you.

Art is its truest form is not about the product. It is about the message.

Art in its truest form finds a way. It exists unconditionally.

Catalyst. Part One: Ellie.

Let's talk about those moments that just feel right.

Where your spirit is ignited and at peace all at once. Typically surrounded by incredible people and in a place that has a comforting familiarity, whether it is actually a place you know or perhaps it was just a part of your journey waiting to be discovered.

Last weekend I was privileged to have one of those moments, thanks to Ellie Sabry and her organization, Catalyst: Spark a Chain Reaction. 

I'll have some Cheerios with a side of equality and understanding, please.

Have you seen the cheerios commercial?

You know, the Cheerios commercial.

If you haven't, I suggest that you watch it and then watch this: kids reacting to the Cheerios commercial.

Actually, I don't suggest it. Rather, I beg you to watch the above video.

The commercial I'm talking about features a mixed race family. For the record, I'm not sure that I find this be a "statement". I rather find it incredibly normal. It's about time that media reflect the real people and families that we see everyday.

Unfortunately, not everyone feels this way. The comments on the YouTube page for the commercial were so hateful that they had to disable and delete them. I know, I know, "Katie, YouTube comments are always ridiculous". I won't argue with you there. But thousands of hateful or trepidatious responses to a freaking Cheerios commercial are far too many for my liking. Let's discuss.

The Accidental Hipster

I think I have become an accidental hipster.

I can't imagine how this assumption has come about.

I mean, how could anyone ever call me a hipster?

Okay, so this isn't actually how I dress/act. It was Halloween. On this night, I was an intentional hipster.

The irony (hipsters are all about irony, right?) is that being an intentional hipster completely defeats the essence of being a hipster. I'm pretty sure that trying to be a hipster is a big no no. So coming up with a costume, deliberately trying to hipsterize myself, was pretty darn complicated. To the untrained eye, we may look the part. But I'm sure a hipster (who wouldn't admit to being one anyway) would have plenty to critique about our ensembles. Or maybe a hipster, who doesn't think that they themselves are a hipster, would call us out for being hipsters and make fun of us for it?

Yeesh. Hipsters are complicated.

But have I (allegedly) become one of them?

Don't judge a rare leather bound book by its cover, okay?

This is going to be like a create your own ending novel. I suggest you stick around.

Life With Aaron, Part I: The Mushy Stuff

To me, Aaron is a tangible representation of love.

Our love for each other is not just a word. Nor is it merely an action. It is a way of living. It is the context in which we spend all of our moments. It is the framework that guides the way we live our lives and live our love.

Aaron's love for me is a way that God has shown me His love and His faithfulness.

When I got sick, one of the deepest worries of my heart was that I would have to endure my journey alone. It wasn't that I felt I needed a man or that I could not do it on my own, but it was a fear and an insecurity that somehow, because of what had happened to my health, I would no longer be worth it. You know, it? The effort that it takes to build a strong and lasting relationship with someone, let alone someone who will be sick for the rest of her life.

But four years after my health turned south, God sent me the most wonderful message. His message was this: my plans for you are greater than your fears about them; here, let Me show you.

My First Post

deep breath.



Did you breathe? I'd like to think that if you did, you were eager to follow my instructions. That would be a good ego boost. But it is more likely that you are just a human who fancies some good ol' oxygen. Darn.

If you haven't taken a breath yet, now would be a good time.

Alright, all of that was to say that I needed a deep breath to get this started.


While this blog has been a part of my heart for quite some time, I still can't say for sure where it is headed. Since deciding that I was actually going to make it happen, I haven't been able to stop the ideas from flowing. My mind won't turn off at night and I have started keeping lists in notebooks, on my phone, and even in texts to myself. I have never ending bullet points of post ideas (over one hundred so far; prepare yourselves), of blog series I would like to start, of people I would love to work with and feature, and of some lofty dreams I would love to see come true through this blog.

"Blessed is she who has believed that the Lord would fulfill His promises to her!" - Luke 1:45


I feel like Good Pursuits is merely the beginning of a journey that I have prayed to embark on for so long. God is fulfilling His promises to me in encouraging me to bring this blog to life. I never doubted Him, but I've certainly doubted myself.