I tiptoed to this place

Full of wonder and wild grace

I passed by so many others

Inherited sisters and brothers

This kingdom has come

His will has been done

The red blood flowed

And made a way for me to be known

I run pure and free

And he truly sees me

This is better than I ever dreamed

A wonderful fairytale is what it seemed

Intentional messy love for me

Has set my destiny

Sealed by scars and a battered brow

I am my beloved’s now.



Day after day I live my life going through daily routines. As a follower of Jesus, a wife, mom, daughter, sister, friend and minister my list is endless, there is always something to be done. I am also a type A, driven, list loving person. Add these ingredients together and you get a woman who will drive herself into the ground before realizing I need rest.

Rest – freedom from labor

FREEDOM! Now that is a word that I adore. My favorite movie of all times is Braveheart and I think everyone knows the famous scene when William Wallace yells at the top of his lungs “FREEDOM”. Tears stream down my face every single time I watch that passionate speech, a speech reminding the common folk that they deserve freedom as much as anyone. I love that movie so much because the anthem still rings true for you and me, we, as common folk, deserve freedom. We not only deserve it we NEED freedom…. including freedom from laboring.

Labor – expenditure of physical or mental effort especially when difficult or compulsory

Ever feel like your laboring through life week after week? Even the easy weeks when there is no drama or major hiccups it can still feel like we are laboring to get through our daily routines. Drudging away at the things that require our attention and affection. Wondering when any kind of relief from the mundane will come.  I have come to realize that the freedom I seek in these moments is simply experiencing the presence of God. This is the one place that true rest is found.

Matthew 11:28 Jesus tells us “Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.”

What does it say that we must do to receive the rest he offers? “Come to me”. That’s it! It’s that simple. We must go to him when we feel like we are laboring with no relief. He promises rest. So, how do we go to him and receive this rest? We STOP. We stop long enough to ask him for what we need. We stop and lean into him. We stop and wait on him. He will respond to our asking. He will bring the rest that we long for.

In the midst of my busy life my heart cries out….  “Lord. Turn my heart to you when the life around me isn’t what I prefer. Lord, you are the glory and lifter of my head. Turn my gaze back to you. Take me to that sweet place shared by you and I. That place where nothing else matters. That place where our eyes are fixed on one another, where you pull me close and your heart is all I care to hear. Turn me now Lord. In the midst of jagged rocks and rough seas. Turn me and pull me close again. I want to be with you in that place where we are face to face and I can feel your breath on my skin giving me renewed life again.”

Maybe today as you read this you recognize the same longing I have, the longing to be free from everything that feels like labor to your soul. Stop, be still, and go to him. Get somewhere alone, turn on some worship music, open your Bible and lean into him…. and wait. Linger in his presence and let him bring you the rest that you long for.  There is no better place to be and nothing on the face of the earth to desire more than his life giving presence.


voiceYou have a voice

Broken battered and torn

you rise from the ashes

and behold there is beauty

to tell others this story

is your God given duty

you were a slave

a captive to things of the dark

you walked in lonely places

and experienced horrible things

but you met a savior

who has given you wings

You have a voice

There is a girl waiting

She is waiting to hear

She is hoping for a cure

A little girl so afraid

So unsure

Open your mouth

Whisper it

Find the words

Say it

Shout, Let it out

It is the hope she has dreamed about

It was him

It IS him

He was born,


bled, died

He was crucified

He came back

He came for her

She is his world

She is his

He fought and he won

And he is the holy son

You can tell her

You have a voice

She is rescued from the cave

No longer a slave to that grave

Find the words somehow

It’s time to speak now.



My feet shuffle the dirt as my legs grow weary

and the dust that my heels kick up make my vision unclear.

My next step is hard to see.

I know where I am headed

but can’t seem to figure out the way the get there.

I ask questions but no one answers me.

Silence begins to muffle my thoughts.

So I try again, shuffle, shuffle.

More dirt and now I am covered in dust

I don’t even look the same

and I began to not recognize myself.

The dust fills my lungs and I can no longer breath on my own.

I feel out of control and panicky

so I sit down and stop trying.

Out of frustration I sit.

And then… the dust settles.

I wipe my brow and begin to see the path I was walking.

My feet never wavered from the direction I was heading

and there I find my future interrupting my rest.



“For you have delivered my soul from death, yes, my feet from falling, that I may walk before God in the light of life.” Psalm 56:13

Darkness is real. It invades our space like a dust storm sweeping across a desert. It can creep in and slowly take over your sight or it can blind you at the blink of an eye. It is real. It clouds your perspective and can cause your feet to stumble as you walk. Some just give up and sit down, they stop moving because they can’t see clear. But me, I choose to continue feeling my way through it. In my soul I know that while darkness is very real, so is light. And light always penetrates the darkness. It doesn’t even take much, a small flicker and you suddenly can see again. So I stumble around trying to walk, waiting for the light to break through and show me the way, the truth. That light is stronger than any amount of thick daunting darkness. It brings more than visibility, it brings perspective, it brings hope, it brings direction, it keeps my feet moving when the temptation to sit is lingering in my heart. The beauty of the light is that your eyes begin to adjust to however much light you get to see. Whether a tiny flame or the blazing sun in your gaze, you adjust and everything changes.

So if you’re in the darkness, be patient, keeping going, don’t give up. Light will come…it always does. And when it does it will reveal more than where you are, it will reveal where your going. If the journey was easy you might not choose it. You were wired for adventure, challenge, something to overcome, and a fight worth winning. So the easy way is not for you, you would find yourself unfulfilled, sad, angry at life, and miserable. You’re created for more. Keep going. The journey is not over yet… in fact, it might just be beginning.

“ And I will lead the blind in a way that they do not know, in paths that they have not known I will guide them. I will turn the darkness before them into light, the rough places into level ground. These are the things I do, and I do not forsake them.” Isaiah 42:16