Saturday, August 2, 2014

and so the craziness begins...

NY&Co. dress, H&M shoes

So, just a couple weeks ago I was offered a job as an elementary school music teacher!  We start next week, and I still have so much to do.  Last night I led a worship event at our church, which I spent much of the week preparing for.  I'm a little less overwhelmed now that that's over, but when I think of all I need to do between now and next Wednesday, my head swims a little.

Nonetheless, I am excited, scared, nervous, and hopeful about this new job.  While I know it will be hard, I know it will be a blessing to make music with little kiddos.

Tuesday, July 8, 2014

this is my heart

This blog really only conveys little bits and pieces of my life and heart.

A friend of mine composed this creative gift, and I want to share it with you and let you know that this, THIS is my heart...

Thank you, Jackson Photography.

I am forever grateful of God entrusting me to lead worship at my church, no matter how long this journey may last.  His love is so real and extravagant, and I know when I watch this that He has lavished it on me.

This is my heart.  My heart is crying out 'thank you' and 'I love you' to the One who saves us from ourselves and makes our souls fly to something greater.

Saturday, July 5, 2014

LW films

Check out my husband's website here.

He is super talented.  If you ever need a video made, please keep him in mind.

Friday, July 4, 2014

let freedom ring

No, I didn't go dark again… I ran across this 4th of July pic from a couple years ago.  And I still laugh!

Happy Independence Day!

Monday, June 30, 2014

Pirate shirt

Luke cracks me up with his comments on my clothes.  As soon as he saw this blouse, he said I looked like a pirate.

H&M shirt, Old Navy shorts (old), NY&Co. sandals (old)


Saturday, June 28, 2014


For nearly a month now, my grandmother has been in the hospital.

One day this week as I sat with her, I asked her what her favorite memories with me were.  She loves to reminisce, so I knew she would love this conversation.  She mentioned a couple memories right off the bat that I expected to hear, because she has talked about them so much through the years… Like how we would go to the video store and rent My Little Pony so frequently that we could have bought it at least twenty times.  She also brought up a story I didn't remember.  She said one time her neighbor put a toy snake on the fence, and my brother, cousins and I came running inside all in a tizzy over this snake. She got the biggest kick out of it.

I brought up a story she had forgotten, too.  We made tons and tons of cookies together, and the best part was OF COURSE licking the bowl… Well, one time when my brother was also there, it was time to lick the bowl and my brother was in one of the back bedrooms.  Grandmama told me to go ask him if he wanted to share the bowl with me.  So, my selfishness and greed won out and I marched myself halfway down the hallway, waited a few seconds, marched myself back to the kitchen and told her Chris didn't want any cookie dough.  And as fate would have it, while I was rigorously finishing off the bowl, Chris came into the kitchen and asked, "Hey, how come I didn't get any?"  So of course I got in big trouble that day, not really by Grandmama, but by Mom, who Grandmama called.  Good move, Grandmama.  Good move.  She knew my mother's wrath should keep me from ever lying again.  She laughed and laughed at the cookie dough bowl story and we talked about how it was actually pretty clever of me.  Unfortunately clever doesn't always win.

We also talked about Thanksgivings and Easters.  There were a few Thanksgivings where we'd all sleep over and Grandmama would fix waffles the next morning.  They were one of the best things I'd ever put in my mouth.  And even though she gave me the recipe, I still cannot to this day for the life of me make them like she did.  I can still clearly picture my cousins and I sitting around the kitchen table stuffing our faces with waffles, while Grandmama stood by the counter pouring endless creamy batter onto the waffle iron.

Difficult doesn't begin to describe what it was like to leave her in the hospital after my visit.  Here's this once invincible woman who helped raise me, who wrapped me in warm towels from the dryer, who taught me math, and who let me help her make chocolate chip cookies about one trillion times, now barely able to stand up.  

Life is a beautiful, hard, confusing, wonderful mess.  Even still, God breathes on us in every moment.

I'd appreciate any prayers you may lift up for my grandmother.

Friday, June 13, 2014

the valley

my little bundles of light

Yesterday was a day that left me sad, discouraged, and emotional.  It was just an all-around bad day (at least in American, first-world standards).  As a result, I barely slept last night and woke up this morning exhausted and still discouraged.  

I picked up Hinds' Feet in High Places and curled up on the couch.  If you've read it, you know there are devotionals on each page correlating with the storyline of the book.  This happened to be the devotional on my current page, and yes, I will type it all out because it is THAT GOOD and I want to share it with you...

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"Divine Humility"

Jesus never asks us to do anything that He has not experienced, and thereby sets our example.  Before asking us to humble ourselves in abandoning ourselves to Him, He first humbled Himself.

"Have this attitude in yourselves which was also in Christ Jesus, who, although He existed in the form of God, did not regard equality with God a thing to be grasped, but emptied Himself, taking the form of a bondservant, and being made in the likeness of men.  And being found in appearance as a man, He humbled Himself by becoming obedient to the point of death, even death on a cross" (Phil. 2:5-8 NAS)

Jesus stooped even lower than man fell.  He laid down His Kingship so we might be released from our sins to live life with Him as we were created to live.

"And He Himself bore our sins in His body on the cross, that we might die to sin and live to righteousness; for by His wounds you were healed" (1 Pet. 2:24 NAS)

Lord Jesus, I choose to answer the call to go to the lowest place of all - the call to abandonment of self-giving. 
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I was at the point in the story where the main character realizes that it is in the valley of humility and self-abandonment where one experiences indescribable joy.

Now I felt even lower... but in a good way.

I let Jesus embrace me as I rested in all this.  That this is what He calls me to do.  To humble myself and offer grace and love when people let me down.  To empty myself to servanthood.  To live a life with Him, experiencing some of what He experienced and to welcome heartache and sorrow and persecution with open arms because they will make me more like Him.  To abandon myself and die.  To live as Christ, manifested in me.

I am more encouraged and more peaceful tonight.  I am finding peace within my suffering, and that is a beautiful thing.

Because His life in me is beautiful.