…to sing thy grace.

Welcome! This is a place for hearts and for grace. A place for life and story, laughter and tears, the serious and the silly. I hope you see my heart in all that I write, and that ultimately you see the Father's heart for you as we learn together to tune our hearts to sing his grace.

Hulk Juice



Today I am bringing you, just for fun, a green smoothie recipe! Or as I titled it for my four-year-old son, “Hulk Juice” ;).

It was delicious! Here are the simple ingredients:

-fresh spinach
-1 ripe banana
-1 1/2 c. (approx) vanilla almond milk
-1/2 c. frozen fruit mixture

Fill blender to the top with fresh spinach. Pour in the other ingredients and blend until smooth. Enjoy!


The only warning is, this may not make enough. My kids were asking for more! Let me know if you try it! :)

I’ve been thinking about you…


Hey you.

I’ve been thinking about you.

How life can just drag you down. How so quickly you can feel your steady footing slip. How you can think you are on the right track only to dead end suddenly.

I’ve been thinking about how lonely and lost you can feel in this world. How even surrounded by people you can wonder, does anyone notice me? Does anyone care?

I’ve been thinking about the trials and the suffering, the sickness, the unmet desires of your heart. I’ve been thinking about the pain of loss, the consequences of choices made.

I’ve been thinking about how easy it is to let the darkness take over. How easy it is to stop fighting, to choose the quick fix, or to compromise your convictions for other’s approval.

I’ve been thinking about panic attacks that meet you when you least expect it, depression that greets you in the morning, stress that keeps you awake at night.

I’ve been thinking about all that this world can offer you…pills, prescriptions…plans to get rich, get thin, get fit, get more, be more.

And the noise!

The TV, the tweets, the texts, the updates, and notifications. The mind clutter, the screen coma, and the obsessive checking.

I’m thinking about you because I know there is more for you and me.

I’m thinking that there is so much real, so much good, so much pure…

There can be fullness where there is emptiness.

There can be joy where there is suffering.

There can be peace where there is doubt.

There can be purpose where there is idleness.

There can be intimacy where there is loneliness.

There is a love that drives out fear.

It is not a scam. It is not a bait and switch. It is not a program or a 10 step process. It is not a cleanse or a clique or a ticket to a better mindset and a better year.

It is a person.

Yeah, and he is alive and he is the only way.


It costs you everything.

You have to let go of control. You have to surrender your dreams, your desires, your greed, your bitterness, your unforgiveness, your future. Anything you hold tightly to…good or bad. There is room for only one thing on the throne of your heart. And it must be a King who promises living water that will never leave you thirsty, forgiveness that shatters all shame, and love that can never be taken away. Jesus.

He wants all of you, but he is prepared to give you more of himself than you can ever imagine.

And you, yeah you…the one reading these words…perhaps I know you, perhaps I don’t. It doesn’t matter. I’m only thinking of the hurting heart who somehow needed these words. The distracted heart that needs to let go. The bitter heart that needs to trust. The heart that needs Jesus. He wants you, will you give him all of yourself?

Singing His Grace,


Hello Life

Hello blank screen. Hello blinking cursor. Hello small words. Hello short sentences. Hello no thoughts. Or perhaps, hello to so many thoughts that none seem to want to surface individually. ;)

Hello writer’s block.

Hello empty blog.

Hello full life.

Hello tons of toys everywhere.

Hello bikes in the driveway.

Hello dishwasher full, and hello washing machine churning.

Hello sunshine streaming in my window.

Hello blossoms pink and blooming.

Hello blue, blue sky.


Hello soccer season.

Hello games and practices, coaching and cheering.

Hello grass turning brown to green.

Hello 70 degrees, please stay for a while.

Hello naps in the afternoon.

Hello coffee in the morning.

Hello “As Sure As The Sun.”

Hello women’s retreat this weekend. Hello outlet mall and birthday money.

Hello camera, old friend it is nice to be with you again.

Hello toes in much need of a pedicure, and split ends needing a fresh cut.

Hello sweet niece who turned one.

Hello summer plans already filling the calendar.

Hello new journal, hello blue book.

Hello Easter next weekend.

Hello empty tomb.

Hello life forever changed.

Hello sweet children, may you know this resurrection truth, and may you see it in my life.

Hello need for a savior.

Hello sweet Jesus.

A New Thing


“Behold, I am doing a new thing; now it springs forth, do you not perceive it? I will make a way in the wilderness and rivers in the desert.” Isaiah 43:19

I don’t know if I am just a sappy English Major or a true poet at heart but I am just a sucker for sunrises and season changes.

I am so moved by the gift of a new day, a fresh start, and sufficient grace for each moment.

And the coming of spring…all the new life and warm sunshine!!! Amazing. It is glorious every year.

All of it is so like its maker. God loves new days and new seasons too. He loves to do new things, especially in our hearts.

As this season changes (the faster the better ahem…) I am pondering the new things God wants to do in my heart and my life. I long for Him to keep making things new!

How about you? Do you long for God to do a new thing?

Singing His Grace,

Yesterday, Daffodils, and Hope


Yesterday came and went, like every yesterday in the history of the world.

It was fairly uneventful. It was sunny. The kids played outside almost the entire day. Daffodils were dancing yellow in the breeze. It would have been a beautiful day for a birth-day.

And though my emotions remained very calm, I couldn’t escape the significance of the day. As a mom who counts, it was a day that marks the beginning of counting the years.

Notifications from my calendar came in on my phone and my computer, but I didn’t need reminding. It was my son’s due date.

I turn 33 on Friday.

I actually had to do the math. This made me chuckle. I could not remember if I was 32 turning 33 or maybe I was 33 turning 34. If I had ANY math sense, it wouldn’t be too hard to keep track of. I would be able to calculate that my husband is one year older than I am, he was born in ’80 that would make 2014 his 34th birthday and one less is 33.

Nevertheless, even though I may not remember my own age, I will never forget the age of the son I met and held but never got to know. I will count up from yesterday, until my mind wears thin with age, because counting is my heart’s way of making much of him. Counting celebrates his life. Counting says, You are mine. I love you. I remember you.

I write to him in my journal. It helps my heart. Much healing is happening. And even the sunshine of spring seems to bring a certain warmth somewhere deep inside. Perhaps it is the soul’s stirring at the change of a season, perhaps it is God continuing to promise beauty from ashes. Hope is still there. It flickers and dances in the breeze much like yesterday’s daffodils.

I love how the daffodil can burrow in even the most frozen ground, that it can poke up in ice and snow, that it can be called forth by the promise of warmth. The daffodil hopes beyond hope for spring.

I too will hope beyond hope for the day when mourning is turned to dancing, for the day when all is set right. The story continues here and now, and though the present holds many questions…the author already told me the ending. It is this Hope that I keep even in the long winter.

Singing His Grace,



Your Story


Yesterday our mom’s group at church had our monthly gathering. We meet in the lovely and sunny corner of our student building. It is a time to sip coffee, have complete conversations with one another, and sit in peace with no one asking us to refill a sippy cup. ;)

I love that sweet group of ladies! I am always so blessed by and refreshed by that time together. I commented to my husband afterwards that I am reminded of the power of sharing our story. The women that the Lord has brought to us to speak and encourage moms have opened the Bible, and have shared their testimonies, but even more, they have cracked open their very hearts and given us a very real glimpse of the power of God moving in their lives.

This friends is the power that we have to share with others. When we open our mouths, and we open our hearts, others see God. It is truly amazing.

Who can you crack open your heart to? Who needs your story? Or, where can you go where others are sharing their story? To whom in your life can you say…”Tell me your story.”

Singing His Grace,


What Have You Been Up To?

A sweet friend from church asked me the other day, “So what have you been up to?”

Which is a totally normal and great questions to ask someone to get a conversation started. And I LOVE that she asked me. But at the same time it was a question that made my brain explode.  And I chuckled, because as a mom of young ones all I could think and say was, “What haven’t I been up to.” And that seemed like kind of an awkward response, and I’m sure I caught her off guard…so I came up with a better answer that was, “Actually, I have been doing a lot of cooking and baking lately.” And our conversation was rescued and we chatted for a little bit more. But I do think that her question really did make me think about what I am “up to” everyday.

I don’t have to go far to figure it out. The camera roll on my phone is a record of what I/we have been up to. So here you go. Nothing profound or deep in this post…just a peek into my days.



What have YOU been up to?


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