Introduction :)

And I’ll leave my greatest failures on display, with an asterisk *worthy of love anyways…. -Sleeping at Last

Hey lovelies! I’m Lea and I’m a 18-year-old gal who loves Jesus, fluffy dogs, thrifting, dancing, chemistry, leading worship, worship in general, and walruses. That picture above is of 14-year-old Lea getting baptized. Since finding my worth through the Lord my life has completely changed. I created this blog in hopes that others would come to know a God of unconditional love and unfathomable goodness through the way He is constantly working throughout my life.

I am so passionate about the power of vulnerability. Although having very raw stories and encounters from literally my whole life since junior year of high school on the internet freaks me out a little, I truly believe that putting this out there is worth it. Because this is an authentic place, I am very careful about using names when I write about people and only post things I write about others that I’d be okay sharing with them. In addition, if I write about people, it usually highlights the gold I see in them or their impact on my life. This blog is not a highlight reel for even one second, but a place to celebrate the imperfect. Sometimes I take you with me through my weeks and the encounters I have while other times I just write out my guts. Expect to find stories on here of miracles but also me finding the joy in smaller, everyday things. Because I believe both of those are so meaningful.

Some more random facts about me: I attend Jesus Culture Sacramento and Davis Christian Fellowship. I live in a ministry house with 7 other gals. I work for UC Davis Fire as an emergency medical technician! I love food, long bike rides, hiking, meeting new people, and late night texts. I was born with a skin condition that used to be super severe, but Jesus healed most of it! I am a sophomore at the University of California, Davis, majoring in biochemistry and molecular biology. I pet every dog I see on the street. My Starbucks order is a vanilla chai tea latté with almond milk. I’m passionate about healing, restoration, and revival. My dream is to one day be a doctor that can meet a patient’s physical, emotional, and spiritual needs. I want the world to see their lives transformed by the sheer love and goodness of God. And my main hobby is belting worship music into my hairbrush while getting ready.

I love to write because that is how I process my memories. When I’m out living, I feel like I have so much to write about. When I’m writing, I feel like I have so much to live for. Sometimes I get to the end of something I’ve written and I know what it was all about, and other times I haven’t solved anything. But at least then I have another entry about that thing.

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My life is an endless dance of learning to be more and more like Him. This blog can’t even begin to capture the beauty of this journey, but I love that I get to try. 🙂

15 Years In The Future

This is an essay I wrote my sophomore year of high school. ❤


I walk onto campus with purpose dressed in burgundy colored scrubs and a fitted white coat featuring my name in embroidered letters. In front of me lie sprays of flowers, palm trees, and the sound of rushing water from the fountain. It is around night time and the sun blends in with the rich orange sky behind the tall campus buildings. My feet pass over the ground where the school logo is engraved, To Make Man Whole. Here at Loma Linda School of Medicine, that’s what we’re all about.

The smell of medicine hits me in the face as I step through the automatic doors of the children’s hospital. I hear footsteps and people talking in “doctorese”, seeing the brave faces on nurses wheeling in patients. I walk past them to the room with my 10 year old girl battling leukemia pretending to be asleep.

“Anna,” I say, getting nothing in response. “I know you’re awake,” I say calmly. Immediately, she groans and nervously changes positions, slamming her head on her white pillow.

“I can’t sleep,” she mutters.

“I know,” I say gently. Her heart is hurting, her body aching, but her eyes are precious. The room is dark because the lights are off, but that doesn’t take away her own. I sit beside her bed and place my hand on her hot forehead.

“How are you feeling?”

“Fine,” she replies bluntly. I try to study her face, but she refuses to make eye contact with me.

“Are you sure?” I ask carefully.

“I’m really tired,” she replies irritated. There is no taste of drowsiness in her voice. I begin to worry about what is really tiring her.

“I tell you what,” I say, pulling out a soft, stuffed, walrus from my purse, “this is Bob, and he loves you to pieces. If anything is bothering you, he wants to know.” She looks up and studies Bob, poking his gray nose with her finger.

“I’ve been stuck in here forever and I’m not sure if I can handle it anymore,” she says softening her voice while squeezing Bob’s head. “I want to be normal and healthy, and all of this to go away. The lumbar punctures and biopsies and endless tests— I can’t do it anymore.” Her voice changes again, this time with a taste of anger, agitation, and bitterness. She collapses in my arms as her tears spill for she has been strong for too long. And my heart aches as I hold her, wishing I could press a button that would end the acrimonious treatments entirely.

“Anna,” I say gently, “Tell me about your dreams, where you want to be when this is finally over.” At first, her face looks puzzled, but then the ideas hit her. I listen solicitously as she blabbers on and on about the handsome man she’d marry, the giant house she’d live in, how she’d find the cure for cancer and become rich, and be completely healthy with long, curly hair. Her dreams are like stars in the night, lighting up her turmoil and lifting away the dark sky. Her dreams are substantive. The scent of fresh air enters the room, and I hear the wind from the open window. Crash. She looks at me as though all her fears have shattered.

“I’ll even own my own hospital, and each patient will get an unlimited supply of stuffed walruses,” she says, her voice ringing with felicity. “What do you think?”

“I love it,” I say laughing.

“But do you think it’s possible?” she meets my gaze with wide, warm eyes.

“Yes. If you can do this, you can do anything,” I say confidently.

After tucking her in and saying goodnight, I walk out fearlessly and gaze up at the bright, glowing stars. I am amazed because my endless nights of meltdowns and panic attacks were worth making one kid smile. I’m astonished I stayed assiduous when I was urged to let my guard down. But now I am here, treating and bringing hope to people. I used to think I wasn’t capable of anything, but I proved myself wrong today. I could potentially be the kindest doctor in the world. That’s who I’ve always wanted to be. I’ve wanted each past experience to grow me into someone loving and skilled enough to meet a patient’s physical and emotional needs.

And that’s where I am.













The Final Stretch

Life up to finals week had been a soccer game where every time I had tried to kick a goal I had missed in one way, shape or form. While I missed, anxiety, comparison, old thought patterns, and rough grades made goals instead. UC Davis was trying to kill me over and over and over again. And now that I knew I got a C+ on the practical and couldn’t get an A in the class, there wasn’t really a point in trying. With a B+ on the first and a C on the second, the final could not bring me to an A.

See the good all around you, even if you have to squint. =)








this blog was started my Junior year of high school. Stuff from my freshman + sophomore years can be found here: