Author Archives: Megan Fiona

Most Americans visit Europe as tourists. When they go, they go to see different cultures and new places; historical monuments and museums; old architecture and natural wonders. This is all well and good. I also enjoy being a tourist and wish I had more opportunities to explore new cities and cultures. But as I reflectedContinue reading “Familiar Faces & Places”

I’m going to Slovenia this summer — a trip made possible by the rejection from a much-desired internship. The main emotions I feel towards this trip are excitement and gratitude, but as I continue to anticipate the arrival of July 13, I find myself reminiscing on the memories I last made while there and amContinue reading “Thoughts From a Week Ago”

A few nights ago, as I lay in bed staring at my dark ceiling, I thought of the movie “Brooklyn.” The film tells the story of a young, Irish woman named Ellis who immigrates to New York. (If you haven’t seen it, I highly recommend it.) I first watched this film with my mother, whoContinue reading “2.5 Generation”

I dream vivid dreams every night. I have multiple recurring dreams, and I also have dreams within dreams more frequently than the average person. I often tell friends and family about my dreams each morning, knowing my descriptions don’t do justice to the images in my head. As I’ve grown up, I’ve realized that notContinue reading “Dream World”

Throughout my seven and half years of walking with God, I have despised the dry seasons and deserts. They are not exciting, and they leave me feeling one of two ways: I’m doing something wrong or God is simply keeping Himself from me. For the past month or so, I’ve been walking through a desert.Continue reading “The Struggle”

Long time, no blog. Back in November, I spoke about the opportunity I left behind to study abroad in Oxford, England. Since then, I’ve found myself pondering on occasion how different life would look right now had I decided to go. I haven’t been able to imagine myself in Oxford. No sort of image comesContinue reading “The Difference”

A week and a half ago I hiked up the hill that overlooks my school (and much more). It’s amazing how small everything looks from up that high. Azusa’s Pacific’s campus looked no larger than a place for my old Polly Pockets to play, the trees I crane my neck to look up at wereContinue reading “Hilltops, Decisions, and Hope”

Some months ago I heard a pastor tell the congregation his theory of what Satan was doing before the dawn of 2020 and 2021. He said he believes Satan gathered his armies together and gave them one mission: divide. Divide the body of Christ; divide the nation of America; divide families, friends, co-workers. This imageryContinue reading “Let Us Unite”

If you’ve been walking with Jesus for some time now, you are likely familiar with the concept of a “dry season” with God. Praying is hard, motivation to read the Bible is gone, and simply put, God feels far away. As my semester waned and summer began, my relationship with Jesus went through one ofContinue reading “A Dry Season”

On May 14, my mother’s mother, my grandmother, “Stara Mama,” passed away 5500 miles away in Slovenia. The following morning, my dad’s mother, my other grandmother, “Grandma,” passed away 650 miles away in Illinois. Only a few days prior, I reflected on the fact that I only had grandmothers and no grandfathers. Now, all myContinue reading “My Two Grandmothers”