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Praise Jesus for 2016!   New year.   New word.   I’ve been trying to figure out my new word all week.   I thought about “courageous” since facing life lately has taken courage.   Along the same vein, I thought about “brave”.   I found a sign that says “Be Brave Little One”.   I love that and I think of it as God telling me, his child, to be brave.   That’s very comforting.   Mom and I were discussing this all week too as she was wrestling with naming her word for the year.   She chose “held”.   Instantly I was jealous that I didn’t think of that!   Yesterday I confessed my jealousy to her and we agreed that we could share a word this year.   So there it is, my word is “HELD”.   One of the reasons that this word is precious to me is because of the song Held by Natalie Grant.   I remember listening to it over and over in the car during my pregnancy with the twins.   It brought me comfort before I knew ...

My mom started a New Years tradition years ago.   Many people come up with New Years resolutions which are all well and good but lets be honest, they only last til February.   So instead of a list of items that never get done, mom just comes up with one word.   It’s a word that God impresses upon her heart to help guide her through the coming year.   Its amazing how that one word will pop up throughout the year, reminding you of God’s presence and guidance.   I picked up the tradition a couple years back. I started with “adventure” as that was the year that Trey was born.   I wanted to put a positive spin on the challenges of being a new mom.   Everything that year was an adventure for sure! 2015’s word was “Thanksgiving”.   Now you have to understand that my sense of humor is a bit warped as of late.   The other day when I thought about my word for the year I kind of chuckled.   A year of infertility, pregnancy with twins and the...

I love worship music.   I was raised with worship music.   My mother has an amazing voice and plays the piano with ease.   I was raised singing with her in church.   I have fond memories of standing next to her in church as we harmonized with eachother.   I don’t even know how to sing melody.   Harmony is so ingrained in me.   When I hear a new song I sing along as I’m learning it, picking up on the harmony right away.   I love that my mom taught me to do that.   When I connect with a song I will play it over and over.   About a month ago, our worship team played a new song.   I was struck by the lyrics and couldn’t even sing along.   I just stood and listened as the lyrics washed over me.   A friend posted the music video on facebook and I have been playing it over and over.   It says what I’ve been trying to say for months.   That’s the beauty of music.   It has a way of communicating the depths of ou...

I took an unintentional hiatus from writing.  Life has been nothing short of crazy between the holidays and moving (ugh).  But I have been planning to write about all the ways that people have supported us in this journey.  Planning without an inspiration.  Of course, your support is inspiration in and of itself but I have felt empty lately.  Empty of emotion.  I’m running on empty.  But today during church I felt my soul perk up a bit.  John Maxwell spoke today, which is always a treat.  He spoke from Matthew 25:34-40.  I saw it in a whole new light today.  The way people have supported us has been extremely humbling.  It has been hard to accept.  I’m usually the one serving, the one bringing meals, the one helping to clean houses.  I’m not used to sitting back and letting people help me.  But today I saw it differently.  My friends and family were not serving me.  They were serving Jesus.  No, I...