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Category: The Rising

Posted on July 26, 2016July 25, 2016

What a Toddler’s Teaching Me about Jesus

We’ve been immersed in the world of Play-doh for hours, rolling it out, twisting it together, squishing shapes and colors into a messy rainbow. With every new creation, she squeals, "I MAKE!" What she makes? Not important. She's just giggling with pride and dancing her way around the coffee table because she made something. For …

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Posted on July 1, 2016

On Learning To Write Again

From the moment I learned to draw that twenty-sixth letter of the alphabet, I’ve loved to string them all together. Writing and I, we go way back. A tower of journals has hovered in the corner of my bedroom for years. The first one began in second grade. I used to write every day during …

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Going back to the mountains to snuggle this little pup for a few days - she’s already not so little anymore! 😭 So thankful my life lets me hop in the car to hug my family on a regular old Tuesday. In fact, I’m rehearsing gratitude at every turn these days. I have high hopes and big prayers about 2020, but I don’t want to set my sights on what’s “not yet” so much that I miss the goodness that’s here right now. Right now, I have work that’s deeply meaningful to me. What a gift. I get to worship Jesus in the healthiest community I’ve ever known (what’s up, @legacynashville). I get to travel often, AND I love my home, my city. My life’s rich in relationships. I’d love to tell the lonely years about these days. I’m happy in my own skin, in my own life — I spend a lot less time looking over the fences into other’s lives than I used to. Is every dream fulfilled, every hope realized? Of course not. But contentment and gratitude have become the song of my heart anyway. Turns out, that makes all the difference. We talk a lot about goals and dreams when a new year begins, and I’m all for it. But if your focus on what you don’t yet have or haven’t yet achieved is making you cranky, bitter, ungrateful — stop and take inventory. What you have now is pretty good, I bet. You’re probably even holding some things in your hands that used to be a wild, far-off dream. Don’t lose the magic of that. God’s really good, and life’s really rich, even on a regular old Tuesday. ✨
Having @alexisteichmiller back in Nashville this week felt like putting on my favorite old sweatshirt. Our friendship has housed so many of my favorite memories, and it’s well-worn now, tried & true. We stood side by side in church this morning, and I thought back on how hard things were in our respective lives just one year ago. We still showed up and raised our hands in worship back then. And raising them again today, on the other side of some really dark days, was really special. So glad we had each other to walk through the valleys of 2019 — and to climb to the mountaintops, too. Alexis is brave and fun and caring, and I’ll stick with her for life, even when I have to duck under her hats for photos. 😂 It’s so sweet to be reminded that even when your people leave home, they don’t stop feeling like home.
This babe is flying in for FOUR WHOLE DAYS tomorrow and I am in no way chill about it. 😭🙌🏼😍 Nashville has missed you, my girl.
things grow slow. that's the trick they grow at exactly the pace it takes. how many of us have waited four days to lose hope? five? seven? nine? things grow slow you cannot watch them, really. you just wake one day to find the seed that died all those years ago is a tall tree firm & steady. ———————————————————————— Anyone else already been disappointed this year? Not in huge ways, I bet - but if you’re like me, your heart’s already been pricked by the tiniest of letdowns. If you’re like me, you might be tempted to think that your 2020 hopes were too high, your dreams too big, the words God planted in you too impossible. Stop it. We talk a big game about hope, most of us, but my gosh, we’re quick to let it go. I remembered these words from Allison Fallon today - words I’ve loved for years - and remembered all over again that growth isn’t something that pops up in four days. I’m not growing chia pets over here. I’m planting dreams that’ll grow into strong, tall trees. If these hopes I have are going to weather some storms (and I surely want them to), then I’m going to have to give them time to get their roots into the soil of my year. So whether we’re 4 days, or 40 days, or even 400 days into hoping for things not yet seen: don’t give up. Things grow slow. That’s the trick - they grow at exactly the pace it takes.
I limped into 2019 with a sick body and an exhausted heart. If you told me on January 1st that God was going to restore them both, I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t have believed you. The good news: He’s better than I dreamed He could be. I’m here, on December 31st, healed. And not just in the ways I asked for. Because that’s who He is — a God who gives us abundantly more than we could ask or imagine. I’m not just spouting that phrase off because I read it in Ephesians one time. I’m saying so because I KNOW that it’s true, deep in my bones. I’ve seen evidence of His abundance over and over and over again this year. I have no idea what 2020 will hold. But I’m walking into the next 366 days (hey, leap year) knowing that His goodness won’t turn off with the flip of the calendar, and that means there’s even more redemption ahead — so sign me up. I’m sharing all the wild ways God’s showed up for me this year in tomorrow’s edition of The Pour Over. I’m hoping it’ll be a booster shot of belief for you — because He won’t show up any less for you than He did for me. Just ask Him to work, and buckle up. Because it’s going to be wild. But it’s also going to be so, so good. Want to kick off 2020 with a redemption story for the books? Sign up. Link’s in my bio.
Snoozin’ til Santa Paws gets here. Welcome to the fam, Ginger 😍
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