Wednesday, August 20, 2014

a few things...

He sleeps like this all the time.  Total abandon.  Makes me smile.

That time at the Melting Pot when I took a picture and he wasn't ready for the flash.

My grandmother recently made each of her grandchildren a quilt, and we could request whatever details we wanted. (She's so awesome.)  I decided to go with grey and white chevron to keep things neutral and so that I could pair it with different things/decor/rooms for years to come.  I love how it turned out, and I love it on our guest bed!

My sweet friend painted this for my classroom.  It sits on my desk and I love it!


My little guitar up against my piano.  I use it every day at the end of class for our goodbye song.
My friend found that guitar deserted on a college campus and took it home and restored it.  I bet he didn't know it would eventually be used to teach hundreds of little kiddos how to sing.

I really love my new teaching job.  Sure, it has its challenging moments, but the joy those kids bring me and the delight music brings them… oh my, it fills my heart.  For many of the children, music class is a release.  I love being able to provide that for them.

And just a few of my favorite student comments so far:

"You sing like Elsa!"

"You look fifteen." (I tell them I'm 30.) "Oh.  My mom is thirty."

Me: "Class, what instrument family do these belong to?"
Student: "They belong to God."
Can't argue with that.

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.