I took my best girl to her first Washington Capitals game recently. (And ironically, it was the last game of the regular season, thank goodness for playoffs.) (Technically, I should note, it was her second game. But the only game she is old enough to remember.)

And you know, the whole experience was magical. Which I’m sure sounds silly to some, but there is nothing like sharing a love with someone you love, and watching them love it too. Nothing like it. So her joy and glee and awe was such a gift to me. Loving it alongside her, was such a gift. Even if was only a hockey game.

As I laid in bed later, I got to thinking about how the whole day had played out.

See, a kind friend, had spontaneously offered me her tickets. And in doing so, fulfilled a long time desire of my heart to go on a girl-date with my best girl. So we got to go, because someone was kind.

We showed up early, so Sweetie Belle could press her face against the glass and watch warm ups. And as we were approaching the ice, a kind attendant pulled me aside and said, “If you want her to really be able to see, go over section 113.” So we moved over and got one of the best views in the house, because an attendant saw fit to be kind to us.

When we got into the ideal section, we were behind a couple kind ladies. They saw little Sweetie Belle and the sign she had made for Holtby and they moved aside and gave her a front row seat as all those men she had only seen on television skated past her. So she got to press her face up against the glass, because some ladies were kind to us.

Then two players skated over and made her entire life by giving her fist bumps through the glass and she stared with wide eyed wonder and then turned to me eyes the size of saucers from the amazement of it all. And she has forever etched in her little mind that Kuzy and Alzner gave her fist bumps, because two professional hockey players, saw fit to be kind to a little girl.

As we walked to our seats, the Red Rockers saw Sweetie Belle. They went out of their way to come say hi. They crouched down so they could look her in the eyes as they spoke with her and told her how adorable her tutu was. They shared their pom poms with her, and even offered her some pom poms of her own. She stood in wide eyed and beamed from ear to ear because she had been made to feel special by some kind ladies who extended her kindness and joy and met her in all her spunk.

And then we sat in our seats and watched Backstrom intentionally mess up the face off, so Mitchell could take the first face off of his professional career with Backstrom and Ovechkin at his side. (If the lingo of that is gibberish to you, you can look it up. Or just take my word that is was disarming kindness, especially on a profession sports level.) Then at the end of the game we saw the players give away the shirts off their backs. And the whole experience, just felt encased in kindness.

And kindness is hard to come by these days.

The pure, out-of-your-way, nothing-in-it-for-me, just-being-kind, kindness. Man, is it underrated and man, are we in short supply of it.

Kindness costs nothing. But being the recipient of kindness? That feels like the you just won the lottery.

Not long ago, I was on the phone with a salesperson, and the conversation ended with me in tears. Not for the reasons that conversations with salespersons often end in tears, but because he was kind. So kind. And I was in need of some kindness. So much so, that a random salesperson on the other end of a phone, treating me with kindness moved me to tears.

It got me thinking about the people in my life who need kindness. The people in my world that I struggle to be kind too. The people who have touched me with their kindness. The people who have caught me off guard with kindness. The way kindness weaves itself into the tapestry of my day.

And ultimately, how kindness looks on a biblical landscape.

“Hesed” is my favorite Hebrew word that is translated “kindness” in the Bible. It is a word that is most often translated, “mercy”, “kindness”, “loving-kindness”, “goodness”, and “kindly”. Precept Austin has a website, where they summarize Hesed like this: “persistent and unconditional tenderness, kindness, and mercy”.(

In the Old Testament, and in Jewish culture, the concept of hesed is central, because it is God’s hesed, His loving-kindness, that most strongly characterizes His relationship with His people, the Israelites.

So you know what I got to thinking? I think when we are kind, we look like the Lord. I think that is why it so disarming. And when we experience it? I think it is like a small taste of the Lord’s heart towards us, and that can be life-changing.

I think that is why there are bumper stickers prompting people to “Do random acts of Kindness!” and toting things like “Kindness can change the World.” Because whether you know the Lord personally or not, kindness reflects Him.


So at the risk of sounding like a bumper sticker, (which is the LAST thing I want), go be kind to someone today. Be kind to everyone today. Be kind to those you share your space with, be kind to the person who is far off. Be kind to the stranger and be kind to your neighbor. Be kind to someone who needs it, and someone who claims they don’t. Be kind to someone who deserves it, and someone who doesn’t.

Go ahead. Go look like Jesus today.

“Clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness…” Colossians 3:12

“Kind words are like honey, sweet to the soul.” Proverbs 16:24

“Do not let kindness and truth leave you.” Proverbs 3:3

“Be kind to one another.” Ephesians 4:32

“When she speaks, her words are wise, and kindness is the rule for everything she says.” Proverbs 31:26

In Kindness,



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street lights.

The kids have a ABC book of Bible verses. It is a darling book, and it has become one of Bubba’s favorites. So we have read it over and over and over. And over.

One of the verses talks about how God is light.

“God is light.” 1 John 1:5

Late the other night, I was driving home with the kids. Little man had fallen asleep so it was just me and Sweetie Belle listening to music and to the sound of the road.

We were on the highway, passing the street lights. You know how they splash across the hood of the car? The splash of light, then a slow fade as they dim out in the rearview mirror. Until you reach the next. Then, a splash of light and the fade.  Almost in their own rhythm. The hum of the roads, the spacing of the lights. The splash and the fade. The light and the dark.

As we were driving, Sweetie Belle asked out of the blue, “Is God a light like that?”

It took my brain a second to catch up. A light? Like what?

Ah. “God is light.” 1 John 1:5. A light like the lights we were driving past.

(Sometimes toddler logic and stream of consciousness is very challenging to keep track of.)

“He is light, Baby. Not quite a light like that though. Thats a really good question. Really good…”

I trailed off. Because as simple as the concept is, it is rather hard to explain it to a toddler. The Bible is covered with verse about how God is light, but somehow quoting scripture didn’t seem to pare it down for my sweet Girl.

“When Jesus spoke again to the people he said, “I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness but will have the light of life.” John 8:12

“Your word is a lamp to my feet and a light to my path.” Psalm 119:105

“The Lord is my light and my salvation.” Psalm 27:1

“I will turn darkness into light.” Isaiah 42:6

“Then shall your light break forth like the dawn, and your healing shall spring up speedily; your righteousness shall go before you; the glory of the Lord shall be your rear guard.” Isaiah 58:8

“As long as I am in the world, I am the light of the world.” John 9:5

“For it is you who light my lamp; the Lord my God lightens my darkness.” Psalm 18:28

Sweetie Belle knows two states: light and darkness. And darkness is scary at her age. It can be scary at my age too.

I have been feasting on John 1:5: “The Light shines in darkness and the darkness has not overcome it.”

I did this experiment with the girls I work with not too long ago.

I was standing on a lit stage, in a dark room. And I had a lantern. If I walked out into the dark audience, and scooped up some darkness, trapped it in my lantern, and walked back onto the lit stage, the darkness was snuffed out as soon as it touched the light. There was no way I could capture the darkness and have it make any impact at all when faced with the light.

I then had them turn off every single stage light, and the room become eerily dark and was met with squeals from little girls. When I lit a candle, suddenly and slowly, the light touched every corner of the room. One tiny flame, made things clearer. It wasn’t as light as day, it wasn’t as light as if overhead lights were on, but none the less, that one tiny flame permeated every inch of darkness in that room.

See, the darkness has no power over the light. It has no power in the light. Confronted with Light, darkness simply does not stand a chance.

But. The tiniest flame in the darkness room has the ability to shed light on every corner of it. Darkness cannot change the light. But light can certainly change the darkness.

Try it. Try to take darkness into the light and see if the darkness impacts the light. See if darkness can stand up to the light. Try it.

Then try it with the light. Get it as dark as you can and then watch how the tiniest flame is more powerful than a roomful of darkness.


The second part of that 1 John 1:5 verse is this: “God is light. In Him there is no darkness at all.”

No darkness at all.

So that is what we are working on knowing down in our bones for when the world feels a bit too dark, or when the day feels a bit dark, or when things actually are dark – that God is light. But not like a light that we can walk away from or switch off. He is all the time, always, forever LIGHT. In Him there is no darkness at all.

How could there be? His light would snuff it right out.

In His Light,


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top 10.

1.) Sweetie Belle and I love watching The Voice together. It is our weekly Momma/Sweetie Belle tradition. We love to love it together. This performance this week. Whoa. Lauren Duski sang, “Lord, I hope this Day is Good” – and you know when you hear the right song at the right time and it totally changes your whole day? That was this song. It was what my heart needed, when I needed it. And boy, is it beautiful.

2.) One of my favorite job perks is that sometimes I get the opportunity to support a small business in order to make my ministry happen. I got to work with the sweet girl behind Ellison Made this week, and oh man, she was a doll. And her products are just darling. If you need a fun gift, she’s your girl: Ellison Made.

3.) This article. I laughed SO HARD.

4.) Me and the kids listened to this for 3 days straight. I’m not exaggerating. The arrangement will blow you away. Resurrecting – Church of the Highlands.

5.) Bubba. Those eyes.


6.) Sweetie Belle. The bow.


7.) The Caps are in the PlayOffs. Round 2. Deep breaths, Friends. Go Caps. That’s all we are going to say about that.

8.) We made these Cookie Dough Eggs for Easter. You should just do yourself a favor and go ahead and make them. They are positively divine. Pay no mind to the fact that they are Easter Eggs and Easter is over. You can make them regular eggs, or just make them truffle balls, not truffle eggs – I’m sure they’ll taste just as delicious.

9.) Husband and I watched Lion this week. Have you seen it? Oh, you must. It’ll rip your heart wide open in the best possible way.

10.) Isaiah 43

“But now, O Jacob, listen to the Lord who created you.
O Israel, the one who formed you says,
“Do not be afraid, for I have ransomed you.
I have called you by name; you are mine.
When you go through deep waters,
I will be with you.
When you go through rivers of difficulty,
you will not drown.
When you walk through the fire of oppression,
you will not be burned up;
the flames will not consume you.
For I am the Lord, your God,
the Holy One of Israel, your Savior.
I gave Egypt as a ransom for your freedom;
I gave Ethiopia[a] and Seba in your place.
Others were given in exchange for you.
I traded their lives for yours
because you are precious to me.
You are honored, and I love you.



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merry go rounds that can’t stop and won’t stop.

A couple years ago, for Mother’s Day, we went to a local park where there is a train and merry-go-round. (And other things as well, but they aren’t critical to this story).

It was me and my little family, and another little family that we match up perfectly next too. You know, husband husband, wife wife, daughter daughter, son son. And miracle of all miracles, we all get along and genuinely enjoy each other’s company.

So we went to the park to ride the train and the merry go round and there was the darling-est old man overseeing both the train and the carousel. Just picture the most precious old gentleman you have ever seen, with white hair and overalls (at least, I’m pretty sure he was in overalls. That’s how I remember him anyway. And with a conductor hat. But I think my imagination made that part up.)

So the wife pair, and the daughter pair decided to ride the carousel while “the mans” (as my daughter calls them) stood off to the side and talked and manly things (probably).

So we rode the carousel and chatted and the girls squealed with glee. And we talked, and we talked some more.

And I started to feel a bit dizzy, which is uncommon for me. And I noticed my mom friend glancing around casually.

And finally one of us said, “This ride has been going on for a while, hasn’t it?” And we kind of giggled it off and talked some more.

But at that point, it was kind of like, “Why IS this the never ending carousel?”

So then we tried to get the Hubby’s attention, because was the ride broken? What exactly was happening? Why was this the never ending merry go round? But they were too busy talking about…whatever they were talking about.

And we tried to distract ourselves from the turning and up and down and the world whirling past and the merry go round song that played over and over and over, but the situation was beginning to feel a bit frantic.

I don’t think I’m exaggerating when I say we’d been on for probably about 10 minutes at this point.

Finally, we caught a glimpse of the darlingest man who was sitting in the conductors seat in the middle of the carousel, operating the whole thing (who was maybe or maybe not wearing overalls and a conductors hat).

And sure enough: he was asleep.


My friend exclaimed, “OH MY GOSH! HE’S ASLEEP! ” which promptly jolted him awake. (If this was a text, I’d insert my catch phrase here: “ALLLLLL the praise hands!”)

He looked a bit bewildered, then deliberately and blessedly reached over and hit the “off” button and the whole world slowed down and came back into focus.

We stumbled from the Carousel struggling to hold onto the girls as our feet re-adjusted to ground that wasn’t whirling round-and-round-and-round.

I think the Husbands asked a question like, “Where have you all been?” And were dumbfounded when we explained we had been on the merry-go-round THAT ENTIRE TIME. That the adorable conductor had fallen asleep and we had woken him up so that we could end the spin cycle. And also, we were so glad they were paying attention. (Insert just a smidge-bit of sarcasm there. Just the tiniest bit.)

Ever been stuck on a ride while the only one with the power to make it stop, was asleep? And the ones you thought were watching over you, lost track of you?

Ever felt that way in life? Like you are stuck on a loop you cannot get out of. And you’re sure the Lord must have fallen asleep on you. And the people you thought would have your back are distracted by something else and have no idea your world is in chaos and no one can find the off switch.

Or is it just me?

Even once you are back on solid ground it still feels like everything is shifting and you can’t get your bearings.


Or even worse, from the outside, everything looks fine. A normal, fun carousel ride – a normal, ordinary life. It’s only those stuck on it that know that what is going on is anything but normal.

I did ballet for years and years and years. One of the fundamental pieces of dance is the concept of spotting. When turning, pirouetting, or moving in any sort of circular motion, you pick a spot on the wall and keep your eyes glued to it as you turn until you can spot it no longer, than whip your head back around to that exact spot.

And on and on and on and on and on.

It’s called spotting.

And it can save your life in a series of pirouettes. If, if, you keep your eyes fixed on a spot.

So I got to thinking. Maybe, the key to surviving the spin of life, is spotting.

Picking a spot, and keeping our eyes fixed in the midst of the chaos and churn, is what can save us.

Fixing our thoughts, our hearts, our minds, on Him.

So we know, no matter what our circumstances are doing, no matter how fast our life is spinning, no matter who has lost track of us, we are sure where our gaze should fall – on Him.

We have an Anchor, a constant, a place our gaze and our trust can always spot.

You will keep in perfect peace all who trust in You, all whose thoughts are fixed on You. Trust in the Lord always, for the Lord God is the eternal Rock. Isaiah 26:3-4

After all, He is our Rock. He isn’t moving.

In Him,



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You know the 10am hour at the beach?

Surfers have cleared out, but the people who place any value on sleep (or donuts, or breakfast out) probably haven’t quite made it down yet. There is almost a hush on the shoreline, and simultaneously the buzz of all that the day could hold.

It was just such a morning last summer, when those of us that were there stood awe-struck on the shore as a pod of dolphins swam by. The largest pod of dolphins I have ever seen. They just went on and on and on and more and more and more kept appearing.

It felt like everyone stood with their toes to the waters edge with bated breath, taking it all in.

As the dolphins cleared out, people again entered the water, and the morning beach rituals resumed – setting up tents, lathering up in sunscreen, throwing beach toys all asunder.

The morning rhythm was once again interrupted by the scream of the life guard’s whistle as he signaled at a dad and two young children to come in. The dad couldn’t have been more than waist deep. And there was no obvious sign of trouble – they weren’t too far out, there wasn’t a rip tide. But the dad immediately grabbed his kids and stepped onto the shore as his daughter grew frantic.

The dad’s feet had no sooner hit dry ground than an enormous dolphin popped up right where he had been standing seconds before.

I was close enough to the life guard’s chair that I commented, “Whoa. Good call.”

He turned to me and calmly explained that from his chair, he could see the dolphin circling the dad and his kids beneath the water. And while the dolphin wouldn’t intentionally hurt them, even just bumping into them could end badly.

The guard’s view from up above, gave him perspective of what was going on beneath. So far beneath, that even those that were in it, didn’t have perspective of what was brewing around them.

His directive might have seemed confusing, even alarming. But he knew what he was doing. He saw what was unfolding and he knew he could do something about it – if, and it was a big if, those that he was directing, heeded his advice.

Do you see where I am going with this?

I think I stood a bit slack jawed on the beach that day. Contemplating the powerful simile.

Here is the thing. Today, I am 10 kinds of confused about the directions the Lord has given me. Confused about what to do and how to do and mostly, why.

The Lord is being clear, but His clear direction don’t mean it makes sense to me.

Forgive how on the nose this is, but His view from up above is giving Him perspective that I don’t see. Even while I am here in it. He sees what is unfolding around me, the situation brewing around me. He sees my circumstance with a fullness that I don’t. And the best I can do, is obey.

His picture is always clearer than mine. His perspective is always better. His plan is always good. He always has my best interest at heart and He directs my steps accordingly.

He is always worth listening too, always worth obeying, always worth heeding.

who announces the end from the beginning and reveals beforehand what has not yet occurred, who says, ‘My plan will be realized, I will accomplish what I desire,’ [Isaiah 46:10]

Trust in the Lord with all your heart
and lean not on your own understanding;
 in all your ways submit to him,
and he will make your paths straight.” [Proverbs 3:5-6]



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all in, hands off, before the Lord.


Sometimes I see the Lord working in themes in my life. And while I love the consistency of themes,  it often catches me off guard.

I found myself caught off guard this week when God-honoring friendships kept coming up. Turning over in my mind what I was experiencing and running through what I was hearing and trying to contrast it all against the Word of God. And more than that, how do I take all of that and move forward?

I love friendships, I am thankful the Lord saw fit to design us for fellowship and to give us friends to fill that need. I have so many rich friendships. My life is so much richer for the people the Lord has seen fit to share with me. I love the Sarah Groves song that sings, “Life with you is half as hard, and twice as good.”

I have so many people that fit that description and I am so deeply grateful for each one.

But I also have people that could be better described as, “Life with you is twice as hard and half as good.”

I am an introvert by nature, and more of a listener than a talker (in terms of interpersonal relationships) and I am passive and a homebody and sometimes that makes “friendship” feel like it is all jagged edges.

While I love that the Bible allows for boundaries, my nature often adopts an “endure endure endure” perspective with the people that are more challenging.

Please don’t get me wrong, even the best friendship’s hit bumps. And while I always wrestle with the challenge of it, I never fail to be thankful on the other side of it. Thankful that the Lord grew me, thankful for friends that love me enough to say the hard thing, thankful for people willing to see me through the hard thing, thankful the Lord sustained me through someone else’s hard thing, thankful I have had some faith someone could borrow for a time, thankful to be the recipient of someone else’s faith for a time.

But you know the hard relationships I am talking about, right? The one’s that seem to be all challenges? The ones where you are always on the giving end. Where you always take responsibility, where there is something that always needs fixing? The relationships that don’t make life feel richer, they just make everything taste a bit sour?

In the midst of my friendship theme and all the things the Lord was bringing to heart and to mind, a dear friend of mine and I were discussing an especially challenging friendship, and she said something to the effect of, “I need you to help me know when enough is enough and I am holding onto the friendship out of determination, not because it is God-honoring.”

That’s the hardest line isn’t it?

The line of “Am I holding onto this because the Lord is asking me too or because I am determined to not fail at this?”

And sometimes, the Lord calls us to a hard relationship and sustains us through that relationship and continually calls us over and over and over and over to that person. And we persevere and lean into Him and do the best we can with what we are given. And we know and love the Lord all the better for it.

But does He call us to let go of the friendship? And how do we do that?

I got to wondering if there is ever a time where the purpose of a friendship might be that we are the one that carries them to Jesus and leaves them there.

“A few days later, when Jesus again entered Capernaum, the people heard that he had come home. They gathered in such large numbers that there was no room left, not even outside the door, and he preached the word to them. Some men came, bringing to him a paralyzed man, carried by four of them. Since they could not get him to Jesus because of the crowd, they made an opening in the roof above Jesus by digging through it and then lowered the mat the man was lying on. When Jesus saw their faith, he said to the paralyzed man, “Son, your sins are forgiven.” Now some teachers of the law were sitting there, thinking to themselves, “Why does this fellow talk like that? He’s blaspheming! Who can forgive sins but God alone?” Immediately Jesus knew in his spirit that this was what they were thinking in their hearts, and he said to them, “Why are you thinking these things? Which is easier: to say to this paralyzed man, ‘Your sins are forgiven,’ or to say, ‘Get up, take your mat and walk’? 10 But I want you to know that the Son of Man has authority on earth to forgive sins.” So he said to the man, 11 “I tell you, get up, take your mat and go home.” 12 He got up, took his mat and walked out in full view of them all. This amazed everyone and they praised God, saying, “We have never seen anything like this!” [Mark 2:1-12]

Do you suppose that sometimes the purpose of a friendship might be that we were the one who would hand them off to the Lord? That we weren’t required to walk with them throughout it all and endure, endure, endure alongside them, but rather be the one to hand them off to the only One capable of healing? The only One capable of meeting their every need?

Maybe we are the only person in our friends world who would lead them to the feet of Jesus, and entrust them to Him.

My gut would be to call myself a failure in that. To not even go there or contemplate that option, because that would be me failing as a friend. Failing as a human. Failing as a Christian.

But you know? In Mark 2, I find myself rejoicing for those men that endured long enough to get their friend to the feet of Jesus. They got it. They got what their friend needed. And they left him at Jesus’ feet until he, ON HIS OWN, could walk away healed.

They put him before Jesus and took their hands off, and kept their hands off until Jesus had accomplished in him what only He could accomplish in him.

Here is the thing, I don’t think the paralytic would have experienced that same healing if his friends hadn’t gone all-in, hands-off before the Lord. Don’t get me wrong, the Lord can heal with our hands on, or hands off. The Lord does what He sees fit and He doesn’t let us ruin His goodness. But if the friends hadn’t released their friend before the Lord – this story would have played out so differently.

It occurs to me that in releasing their friend, they weren’t giving up on the friendship, or “unfriending” him. They were merely entrusting their friend and their friendship to the Lord.

And you know maybe, occasionally, we get to be the person who brought our friend to Jesus, and the person who trusted Jesus enough to leave them there.

With love,




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top ten.

1.) We are building a home. We had a tour last week they call the “behind the walls” tour. We got to see everything behind the walls before they put up dry wall. It was a neat experience, but my favorite part? I brought a Sharpie and scribbled scripture all over the framing. Every verse I could think of before my Sharpie bit the dust, on every blank corner of 2″x4″ I could find. It felt so rich to try to put my own literal spin on Deuteronomy 6.

Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength. These commandments that I give you today are to be on your hearts. Impress them on your children. Talk about them when you sit at home and when you walk along the road, when you lie down and when you get up. Tie them as symbols on your hands and bind them on your foreheads. Write them on the doorframes of your houses and on your gates.” [Deuteronomy 6]


(Disclaimer: I was using the word “scribble” literally.)

2.) My sweet daughter has a new phrase she uses, “Well that is hiwariousing.” (Her combination for “hilarious” and “embarrassing”.) Feel free to borrow that and use as needed.

3.) I got a new Bible with poppies on it, and I am just tickled over it. A few years ago I was challenged to come up with a thing that generally reminds me of God’s love for me. Almost like a personal totem, or Ebenezer – that points me to who I am and Whose I am and how loved I am. For me, it’s poppies. (If you have never thought about it, it might be fun thing to think about.)

4.) This picture of Bubba at Chick Fil A. I cannot even. Because goodness knows, that is how I feel about Chick Fil A, too – please give me alllll the Chick Fil A.


5.) My new, most favorite Coffee Creamer. One can of coconut milk, blended with a splash of vanilla and a teaspoon of dark cocoa powder. I mix it at the beginning of the week and add a bit to my coffee each day. It is the most perfect creamer I have ever had. A little coconutty, a little chocolatey, and plenty of coffee.

6.) Ann Voskamp’s book “The Broken Way.” Oh man. This has ministered to my soul and challenged me in ways I can’t even explain. I could share quote after quote, but the one I am currently clinging too is this: “The state of your home does not reflect the state of your soul.” I don’t know if your home is similar to mine, but we are in a season of mess and transition and I needed a reminder that the quality of my soul is not defined by the quality of my home. That my ability or inability to vacuum today, or clean up toys for the 50th time since breakfast is not a direct reflection of my value before the Lord. I hope that blesses you like it blessed me.

7.) “He will cover you with His feathers, under His wings you will find refuge.” Psalm 91:4

8.) “God is too good to be unkind. He is too wise to be mistaken. When we cannot trace His hand, we must trust His heart.” [Charles Spurgeon]

9.) I took my best girl to the Caps game the other night. It was probably the most fun I have ever had with her. She was all sweetness and spunk and glee and at the end of the night she whispered in my ear, “Thanks for being my best girl Momma, and thanks for taking me to the Caps game.” 2017-04-09_18-28-39_227

10.) “I Have this Hope” by Tenth Avenue North. This has been my anthem. It’s been on repeat, as loud as it will go, as hard as my heart can belt it. We have this hope, Amen.


With Love,



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