Record Cold, a Dead Heater and a Miracle I Didn’t See
"The worst ice storm in years!" "The coldest weather DFW has ever seen this time of year!" "Icemageddon!!" "Icepocalypse!" These are just some of the phrases floating around social media and local news over the past few days here in Dallas/Fort Worth. It has been the coldest, iciest weather I can remember in DFW. It started on Thursday with freezing rain and sleet, coming down in droves, for a solid day. And here we are, Monday morning, and about 2% of it has melted. Literally entire freeways are shut down. People have been stranded on the highway for days. No
A Letter to All the New Moms, From a Recovering Perfectionist
Before I had children, I knew exactly what kind of parent I was going to be. After my first child, I just knew I was mother of the year. After my second child, I questioned whether or not I should give my children up to be raised by wolves - perhaps they would do better than I. After my second child, I questioned whether or not I should give my children up to be raised by wolves - perhaps they would do better than I. I went to the hospital yesterday to visit a friend who just had her first
A Spiritual Smorgasbord and Its Various Impacts On an Otherwise Sane Person
I grew up in church. Ok, more specifically I grew up in a non-denominational Disciples of Christ church and an evangelical, charismatic Church of God private school. And then I went to a Baptist church. Ok so, more accurately, I grew up denominationally confused. The liturgical, dogmatic church where I grew up was in stark contrast to the charismatic, evangelical spirit-filled church where I went to school. Whereas on Sunday mornings I was wearing robes and lighting candles, on weekdays I was casting out demons and dancing in chapel. Then when I became Baptist I learned a lot about rules
First Fruits
I love listening to past sermon series from my church. It's like finding an old journal and reminiscing on things you forgot you knew, forgot you loved, forgot you thought. My favorite place to listen to them is in the car, because when you're the mother of a toddler and an infant, the car is one of the few places where you can actually focus on something for any length of time. I find myself looking for excuses to drive just so that I can listen to sermons. My pastor, Robert Morris, is very anointed and his teachings always strike
Selling Jesus
There is an epidemic in the church today. It's rampant in not only the church-proper, but also para-ministries and various evangelical organizations. It is the epidemic of "selling Jesus." We, as a church, have become borderline obsessed with how we market the message, so much so that some are even overlooking the Messenger. We get caught up in gimmicks, selling points, and marketing strategies. Don't believe me? Take a look at the tools of the modern church. Everything from True Love Waits to the modern, hipster "God is cool, just look at how cool our church is" mentality - the
Gratefulness that Changes Us
I had the privilege of reading the birth story of a friend of mine today. I knew bits and pieces of her story, but I had never heard it told from beginning to end, all the details included. As I read her story, I was moved to tears at the courage through struggles, the faith, and the joys that came from patient endurance. I didn't know her during that time of her life. All I see now is an amazing mother who takes pleasure in the tiny details of her son's life. I see a mother who makes every occasion
The Credit and the Glory
It was only when I realized I had failed that I realized I had finally passed the test. I had been a worship musician traveling between various towns and churches for over ten years. I had played every kind of venue there was - the famed, the dive, the tiny, the nostalgic, the coveted. I could credit to myself many accomplishments during those years. I could name off the cool people I had met, the opportunities I had had, the names I had opened for. My band had been on TV in literally every country in the world. But I
C.S. Lewis Talks Prayer
"In Gethsemane the holiest of all petitioners prayed three times that a certain cup might pass from Him. It did not. After that the idea that prayer is recommended to us as a sort of infallible gimmick may be dismissed." C.S. Lewis
Seeds
A seed is a small thing. It seems insignificant on its own. But when planted, in due time, it becomes something entirely different. It might become a giant tree, or a field of wheat. It might become a weed or a rose. But whatever it becomes, it always starts out small. This is not a lesson in botany. This is a reminder to our hearts about the power of our word-seeds. Yes, words are seeds. And they may not seem like much when we say them, but some (if not all) words have lasting impact. So lasting, so powerful, they
Whether Lady Gaga Likes It or Not…
I read an article today begging the question of why young people are leaving the church. It was an interesting article citing the problems with young people and today's philosophies. I thought it made some good points. You can read it here, if you fancy. But I don't think it quite answered the question: why are young people leaving the church and can we do anything about it? This is a conundrum I've pondered many times in recent years. It's certainly a topic believers should explore, given the state of the country today. And while I won't purport to have
God Still Moves
Nothing brings me more excitement than seeing the work of God in the lives of those I love and care about. It means they are being obedient to His will and allowing Him to do what He does best in their lives. And when He is free to work, His righteous Right Hand moves mountains, heals sick, saves the lost, and utterly changes for the better everything it touches. I get excited just seeing it happen! I was blessed to see several examples of His handiwork tonight, alone. My heart is overwhelmed with His goodness. But it shouldn't surprise me.
I Hope I Never Forget…
I hope I never forget the way Addie talks all day in her little four month old way - with a long string of "ah-goos" and raspberries. I hope I never forget the way she lights up when anyone she loves is near, smiles a big, toothless smile and squeals with delight. I hope I never forget how she looks on her big brother with a longing to be right in the middle of whatever he is doing. I hope I never forget how Virgil says, "Good night, sweet dreams, I wuva you," every night when I close his door
You Know You’re a Tired Mom When…
As a follow up to yesterday's post, I thought I'd make a list of some of the silly things I've done as a tired mom. I have to admit I've been guilty of some pretty ridiculous mom laziness in my time, moreso lately it seems. Some of them, when I think about them, make me literally laugh out loud. So I thought I'd compile a list of my lazies in hopes that it will serve to remind me someday of the craziness of this era of motherhood, and remind some of you that you're not as bad as you think.
Mother of the Year
I've been quite tired lately. Tired, cranky, incessantly hungry, so much so that for a few terrifying days I thought I might be pregnant again. Don't get me wrong, we want more kids. Just not yet. Dear sweet Jesus, not yet. I love being a mom. It is far and above the best thing I've ever done. I'm no super mom. But I love my babies and they bring me more joy than I ever could have imagined. But they wear me out. I'm beginning to come to grips with this as my daughter turns three months old. We're through
Miracles Still Happen
It was a Monday like any other Monday during the end of my pregnancy. I woke up that morning one day past my due date and about ten days past my wit's end. Yes, I was mentally and emotionally done being pregnant. But I was apparently not physically done. Now before you go judging me for my ungrateful attitude, please let me explain that I am a relatively complaint-free pregnant woman, up until the last few weeks. Being that I'm only five feet tall, I'm convinced that my tiny frame just makes carrying around a seven pound baby and twenty
This is not a competition
I've been a part of many churches over the years, but after over six years of being a part of my current church, I have to say that I have never seen a church grow and thrive as healthily as Gateway. It blows my mind how it has practically exploded over the last 12 years (yes, it's only 12 years old and it is already in the top five largest churches in the country.) I'm not saying all of this to brag. I'm saying all of this to point out that Gateway is doing something right. I've made my own
For everything, there is a season
Recently, my husband and I made a huge decision. After several years (yes, years) of praying, considering, questioning, and praying some more, we decided that it's time to say goodbye to the band, Lately. I've been playing in a band since I was sixteen years old, starting off in my little youth band at the Baptist church I grew up in. A band is a lot like a marriage - a lot of ups and downs, a lot of good times, a lot of struggles, where communication is crucial and emotions have to be the caboose, not the engine. We
Just Believe, Somehow
A few years ago I lost my dear friend, Stacy, to a blood clot that led to her sudden passing during childbirth. This is America. Things like that just don't happen very often thanks to modern medicine and all its marvels. So needless to say, we were all shocked. We wondered how something like this could happen, especially to someone who was bringing an innocent little baby into the world - a baby that will never know his own mother. It was a tragedy to say the least, and in the midst of it, I wrote the song Somehow. You
Christianity is Rebellious
I am a goodie-two-shoes, ok? There, I admitted it. Ever since I was a kid, I've always strived to please my parents, do what's right, not lie, be home on time, dot my i's and cross my t's. Seriously. It's kind of sickening. Now, as I write this, I'm thirty years old and I can honestly say that I've never really strayed from my perfectionism. That's not to say that I've been perfect. It's not to say that I've never made any mistakes. It's only to say that I've truly always wanted to be pleasing to both my parents and
At Its Purest
I've spent the last few months pondering what worship really means. I've been leading worship now for almost 15 years (I started when I was 5...) 😉 and I have definitely made my share of mistakes along the way. I've admittedly led worship from the wrong place, focusing on my career more than the anointing. There was a time I didn't even understand what anointing was. But as I embark on a new chapter of worship leading with Lately, I've been in prayer daily about what that looks like and the fruit it will produce. I cannot say that I
Pickin’ and Grinnin’: A Follow-up
I would like to follow up to a previous post I made about worship. I was reading over it tonight and I felt it merited a little more insight. In my previous post (Pickin' and Grinnin') I mentioned how God had used some of my experiences to teach me what worship is supposed to be about and what it's not supposed to be about. So this past summer I started leading worship again for the first time in years. I have to say that it has been such a blessing to lead worship again separate from self. It has taken
You Should Know That I Am Indeed a Christian Nerd
We either are or we aren't. It's not both. Admittedly, in the recent years of my Christian walk I have been under the impression that it's not effective to be overtly Christian in the eyes of an unbeliever. I thought that the best way to make an impact was to be relevant with a perfect amount of "worldly" peppered in. Not too Christian. Not too secular. Of course, the problem then becomes defining what that means because it can get pretty convoluted pretty quickly. But I digress. In my honest and earnest attempt to be as "real" as possible, I
Pickin’ and Grinnin’
I took a break. I took a break from the band. I took a break from leading worship. It was for different reasons than what I now realize I actually needed a break from. My pregnancy gave me an excuse to take a break because I was tired. But I didn't know what I was tired from. I thought it was just drama and the sometimes thankless job of the indie musician. But that wasn't it at all. I needed a break from me. I stepped down from leading worship four years ago. [blockquote align="right"]I needed a break from me.[/blockquote]
Faith that Moves Mountains
I want to have faith that moves mountains. I don't want to be one of those Christians that always talks about "overcoming." I want to be one of those Christians that always looks on the bright side, always focuses on the positive, always thinks there's a way. Not that we don't need to "overcome" now and then. But on this side of salvation, I think there comes a point when we need to stop looking back and thinking "that was tough" and start looking forward and saying "let's do this!" It's inevitable - we will face challenges. I think we've
Willing to Go Anywhere
Sometimes things change in a matter of minutes. See, I had this idea. This exact idea of where I was going, how my life would look, where I wanted to end up. I tend to plan. I'm a planner, a big-picture person. I like to look far, far into the future and say, "that's where I'm going." This is great except for one little problem. The details. You know the old saying, "the devil's in the details?" Well nothing could be more true for me. I always overlook the details. I always forget one small, crucial aspect of this or