…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.

It’s Okay To Not Be Okay



“It’s okay to not be okay.”


I texted that to a friend the other day… (but I need to hear it too.)


And here’s the deal….It is okay to not be okay! And right now, I want you to know that if you are not okay…that is okay.


Don’t let the world tell you that you need to somehow fake it, ignore it, mask it, numb it, or deny it.

If you are going through a physical challenge, an emotional hurt, an identity crisis, a relationship struggle, a stressful dilemma or a grief process. Embrace it. Let it shape you. Let it mature you. God doesn’t want your brave face.

When we throw up our hands and accept what God has for us, we are also free to trust that He will carry us through.


You might be thinking….But I have a job to do, I have a family that depends on me, I have bills to pay, I have things to take care of….I can’t do all that unless I’m okay.

To which, all I can say is that sometimes the best way to be brave in the face of our trials is to accept them.  We walk forward trying to find the fine line between being a total mess and putting on a face. We show up and do the next thing, but we don’t pretend. And here’s what happens:

We find ourselves being okay….being okay with not being okay.


So if you find yourself feeling “not okay”… press on brave one.

Also, If you know someone who is “not okay” but you see them bravely pressing on, would you encourage them today? Tell them you see them pressing on. Tell them you see them choosing to be okay with not being okay. Tell them their story matters and that you care.

Let’s hold each other up. Let’s give room for people to not be okay. Let’s help one another not by trying to fix it but let’s tell each other it’s okay to not be okay. There is grace to be found in those real moments. Grace enough for every “not okay” day.


Singing His Grace,




When You Hate Your Story :: Carrying Miscarriage


Because I hate my story right now.

Because I don’t want this.

Because I feel splintered into a million pieces.


I don’t want to write one word about miscarriage.


But, because I am willing to embrace the story… I will try.

Because I am making a choice to trust even when flashbacks haunt, and sadness seeps in.

Because I love. Because I will be ruled by love. Because the story is not over, because I am not writing this story, because I have a faithful God, I will grasp for words.

And I will be real.

Today, yesterday, and the day before…they have been all kinds of hard. One year ago, at our twenty week ultrasound, we realized our son was gone. We saw him, but he was no longer there.

And as we hit this “one year mark” not every second is tragic. I’m not weeping all day long. Just here and there tears spill over. Deep wounds still ache.

Because I have lost. Because I will never know on this earth. I will always wonder. I will always miss.

And before I experienced it…I didn’t realize the tragedy that is miscarriage. I just thought… “Oh, sad…but you can try again. Right?”

Try again??? What a completely naive thought!!!

That fixes nothing.

A child is lost. An irreplaceable life ended too soon.

So somehow right now I want to just scream that babies are precious…every single one of us that has been born is a miracle. Life is precious. Life is sacred. Life, humanity, from a cluster of cells to an aging man or women taking their last few breaths on earth…all of it is gorgeously fragile and beautiful.

In my loss, I find myself hating death. Yet, I also find myself loving life more. My gratitude, my joy, my capacity to love this life is bigger. All is not lost. Hope is not destroyed. Joy is not stolen. I stand on the Hope that Jesus will set all of this right….not wishy-washy hope, but true Hope…a firm belief in what will one day come.

So I find myself between, between Jesus’ death and resurrection and the day he will return and kill death forever. No more tears. No more sadness. Only restoration.

And I’ve been told that the sadness eases, but I’ve also been told that the sadness never goes away. I see both being true already. I will carry miscarriage longer than nine months, longer than a year–for a lifetime.


So today, writing this, I own my story even if I don’t like it. Parts of this story are too hard to even share save with those who are walking this story with us. Yet, I embrace it willingly and humbly and I continue to choose Hope. If you’ve lost someone you love, I pray these words are somehow used to make you feel like you are not alone in the grief you carry.

Singing His Grace,


Our soul waits for the LORD; he is our help and our shield. For our heart is glad in him, because we trust in his holy name. Let your steadfast love, O LORD, be upon us, even as we hope in you. (Psalm 33:20-22 ESV)

***Comments will be closed on this post because there is nothing to say. No words bring our loved ones back, no words ease our pain. Only God heals our hearts.  Feel free to pray as you feel led. Thank you for reading my words, that in itself is a comfort to me…just to be heard.***

Grab On To Hope! :: For A Post-Retreat Monday

I’m thinking about all the students and leaders who were at Woodlands Fall Retreat, here yesterday…

woodlands circle

and who are now sitting in a classroom…(or back to reality.)


What a let down right?!?!

The weekend was full of beautiful weather, friends, worship, and time studying God’s word together. It was just awesome!

So I know Monday morning likes to just come along and steal our weekend peace and stomp on our hope doesn’t it?


Well here’s to those of you saying NO WAY NOT TODAY! Monday morning you can’t steal my hope.

Because I know there are little nagging things trying to drag you down…there are unresolved tensions, there are looming projects that seem to have no end, there are people who tick you off, there are people we can’t change or fix…

This morning I was tempted to give up hope as I met a challenge that I’ve been facing for a while now with one of my children. Thankfully, (after a few tears…) I was reminded that our challenges can either make us give up hope and stop praying OR they can actually push us to hope and to pray. Without this challenge this morning…I would be just going along thinking about MY day, MY plans, MY comfort. Instead I was forced to my knees and I was reminded that I can do nothing apart from Jesus. And that is actually the BEST way to start my day.

So friends reading this, let me encourage you to grab on to hope. Get a good grip. Don’t let go!!!!

That test, that person, that problem, that drama, that phone call, that injury, that whatever….let it turn you to Jesus! And students…you face so much…but there is nothing that can take away the hope that you find in Jesus! Whatever you learned or experienced about God’s goodness, his grace, and his plan for you…hold on to it, don’t let Monday or anything else take it away.

Singing His Grace,


Right Of Way :: On foggy mornings, rules of the road & the importance of yielding


I drove the kids to school in the fog this morning.

The mist hung thick over the trees kissing the grass with dew.

Car headlights cut through the fog, creating a spectacular glowing effect.

I looked down at the dash. My gas light was on. The needle was solidly on the red.

After drop off, I pulled into the gas station to fill up. With a full tank, I began to pull the van back out on the main road, but as I looked to the left, a car had turned and was headed my way. My brian did the split-second-decision-making-thing that driving always requires…Should I pull out? Do I have enough time? Should I wait for him to pass?

My Massachusetts driver at heart told me to PULL OUT! GO!

My learned southern hospitality said BLESS YOUR HEART, YOU GO FIRST.

And I hit the break. I let him pass and then pulled out on my way thinking to myself…You know, he did have the right of way. I thought about how mildly frustrating it is when cars pull out in front of me and I have to hit my break just a touch. You know what I mean…We all think to ourselves…Hey! I’m driving here! I have the right of way!

You see there are rules of the road. There are time-tested, logical guidelines for drivers to follow that makes everything go smoothly. Right of way is one of them. Yielding to cars already driving on the road, no matter what part of the country you come from **wink** is the best way. And yet, how often does our busy schedule, our agenda, our impatience trump another driver’s right of way as we hit the gas and pull out? And before you think I’m trying to give you a guilt trip about your driving…let me tell you the next thought that I had as I headed back to my sleepy house on the hill in the fog….

I thought…Oh Jess, how many times do you trump God’s right of way in your life? Are you yielding to him? Do you let him go first, or do you let your busy schedule, your agenda, and your impatience keep you from yielding to what God wants to do in your life?

I could see myself, eager, foot on the gas pedal ready to go, when the best way…the way through the fog…the smooth way, is to yield and let God have the right of way.

But yielding is hard! It means waiting. It means following. It means letting someone else set the pace, course, and destination in my life. That is so against my nature. And yet, I know the times I’ve been unwilling to yield to God I’ve ended up lost, confused, burned out and out of gas so to speak. I’ve learned that God deserves the right of way in my life. I’ve learned that he wants what is best for me. I’ve seen his faithfulness. He has guided me through. I know the journey isn’t over, and for that reason this morning I remember to pause and consciously decide to yield to God’s right of way in my life.

Where are you this morning? Do you find yourself in a mental, emotional, spiritual fog? Are you confused, discouraged, burned out? Or are you all gassed up and ready to go? Wherever you find yourself, take some time to ask yourself: Am I giving God the right of way in my life?

Yielding may look like giving up something or someone who is taking priority over God.
Or it may look like rearranging your schedule.
It always means pausing, and opening our hands…loosening our grip on control…

The Old Testament is full of stories of generations of Isrealites who did not yield to God’s way. In 2 Chronicles we read this rebuke to the people:

Do not now be stiff-necked as your fathers were, but yield yourselves to the LORD and come to his sanctuary, which he has consecrated forever, and serve the LORD your God…(2 Chronicles 30:8a ESV)

This morning, before you dash out on your own, recommit yourself to giving God the right of way in your life.

Singing His Grace,



Some thoughts…


Just popping in this morning to share a few things. My brain feels like listing my thoughts so here it goes…

1. Fall is breathtakingly beautiful.

2. My days look a little different with two kids in elementary school and one in preschool. It feels so strange…and wonderful…

3. I get to go shopping by myself.

4. I get to meet my husband for lunch.

5. I get to finish what I start.

6. I have quiet time.

7. I can go to a coffee shop.

8. I saw a mom with a little one in the grocery cart and almost cried.

9. We were talking about changing diapers last night and I DID cry because I don’t change diapers anymore. (Didn’t see that one coming.)

10. I love where I am. I love where I’ve been. I love where I’m going. But man! The kids are getting big.

11. I’m still trying to figure it all out. But, for anyone stumbling on this in the middle of tiny tots at home…it is a crazy hard season. CRAZY hard. But it doesn’t last. Nope, nope. It goes by in a blink.

12. I’m learning to how to fill my moment and days with things that bring life to my family and to me…praying, reading, baking, meal planning, organizing, shopping, walking, journaling, breathing deeply, keeping the van clean(isn). I know this season is not forever, so trying to figure out how to get the most out of it!

How about you?

Are things looking different in your life? Or, are you faithfully pushing through a season that has looked the same for a while. Isn’t it so nice to know that we have a God who is always doing something new in our lives? And yet, HE never changes. Pretty much awesome.

Thanks for reading my thoughts.

Singing His Grace,


A Broken Phone and Glimpses of Glory

So my phone was giving me problems. I had to keep powering it off and powering it back on again for it to even make a phone call.

But, it required me to go get it fixed. And before I could go get it fixed I had to be sure that all my photos were backed up.

I plugged the phone into my computer and just like that, in the span of a few minutes I relived our entire summer. Beginning back in June through the first days of school, until just yesterday I saw image after image flash before me. And I was overcome with thankfulness.

Each smile, each treasured moment, each special person…I am reminded of the gifts we unwrap each moment.

Summer Collage

It was seriously like stepping out of time for a second and watching days and weeks and months flip by. I noticed how much Derek’s hair has grown, and how different Ben looks with his hair cut now. Even the silly photos, or the random captures of sunsets and books and coffee mugs added to the whole feel and tone of the last few months. It was a strange and beautiful experience, maybe you’ve had something similar happen to you…but all I could do was sit back and smile and say thank you.

Because so much can change in a moment. Life seems so guaranteed. But our logic is flawed. We think that just because our heart has been beating and our lungs have been filling for the last *fill-in-the-blank* years of our lives it will continue on doing just that. But that is just simply not true.

And the temporal, the lovely now, that is here just for a moment and gone with hardly enough time to capture in an image, slips by. Change is happening all around us. Summer with all its strawberries and sand has come and gone. Fall is one sudden cold snap away. Snow pictures will soon fill my phone’s camera roll, and we march on giving thanks for the good behind us and yearning for the good ahead of us. And God who stands outside of time knows exactly how many times our heart will pump and just how many breaths we’ll inhale. He knows how many summers we’ll savor and how many Christmas mornings we’ll celebrate. And one day he’ll call us to eternity and teach us the ways of heaven. All will be restored, death will die, and the flashes of glory we’ve seen now will pale in comparison to what has been prepared for us.

So thank you phone for having issues. In fact go ahead and break every few months, so that I can sink deep in thankfulness and glimpse our great God weaving this story moment by moment!

Singing His Grace,


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