There is Hope

Life has come crashing down. And your life has flown away.

I don’t have the words but my heart knows what to say.

I don’t have the words but my voice knows what to sing.

I don’t have the words but my soul knows what to feel.

Despite the pain, this is what I do have:

HOPE. Always. Because of you, sister, I will never question it again.

May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.” – Romans 15:13


Me, Honestly

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Flesh and bone, that’s me,  

Born to grow steady and true, alive to make the most of this life, 

Torn, yet not broken, like the furrowed bark on a great oak tree. 


Heart and soul, that’s me, 

Open with my feelings, forward with my thinking,

Brave and vulnerable, as a fragile seed sprouting up from debris. 


Fire and Ice, that’s me, 

Aflame for a hot minute, then frozen in time forever, 

Passionate and memorable, like the fiery orange of an autumn leaf. 


Wild and free, that’s me, 

Flying high above the rules, away from what society deems valuable, 

Beautiful and uninhibited, as a nestling lark sings a daybreak melody. 



It Takes Guts To Be You

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I went grocery shopping today with my two year old. This is not an easy endeavor. Bringing a toddler along on any shopping trip is always an adventure.

The store was packed. Everyone was in a hurry. But my little Cutie Pie just couldn’t resist the opportunity to sing at the top of her lungs. Right there in the middle of aisle 4.

She sang loud. She sang proud. She wasn’t afraid. She simply owned her song. And it occurred to me that she was demonstrating a confident courage that most of us look for but never find.

All I know is….we all want it.

She was a musical picture of unashamedly being who God made her to be. Did you catch that?

She didn’t apologize for her gift. She simply owned her song.

Not a single person’s turned up nose or applause was going to affect her. And both reactions occurred. But she kept on singing.

I felt like I could both laugh and cry as I witnessed this 5 minute event. The audacity it took to stand up in her cart and belt out her favorite tune. Talk about guts.

But isn’t having guts what it’s all about? In the grand scheme of things, I don’t want to be the person that shy’s away from the opportunity to share my gifts. I want to be the person who owns the moment and sings MY song!

As I watched her sing, I realized something. She was singing for me. Her mama. She was looking right at me with a twinkle in her eye.

She didn’t even notice the others. If they sneered, she didn’t see it. If they smiled, she had no idea. She was looking at me and love was oozing from her heart and hanging onto every word she sang.

What a picture. Can you see it?

GUTS. The gooey stuff inside of us that comes out in moments of transparency. The stuff that gives you the oomph you need to take that next step and go for it. The incomparable nerve that fuels your unveiled self.

How do we own our song? How do we have the guts to share with the world the real person that is inside of us?

Just look at your Maker. Hold His gaze and never look away. He’s already looking at you with a joy that brings a tear to His eyes.