Week Eight of The 100-Day Project

This post is a transcription of the Starting with a Song Podcast, S3Ep8: Week Eight of #The100DayProject Y’all. We are PAST the halfway point of #The100DayProject! You may or may not have noticed that I’ve taken a little hiatus. I actually anticipated taking off this week because I was on a retreat, but last week…

Week Six of The 100-Day Project

This post is a transcription of the Starting with a Song Podcast, S3Ep7: Week Six of #The100DayProject I had a thought on Day 40: 10 more days and I’ll be halfway through at Day 50 and then I just do all this over again. No big deal! I really can’t believe how fast time has…

Week Two of The 100-Day Project

This post is a transcription of the Starting with a Song Podcast, S3Ep3: Week Two of #The100DayProject My husband came in this week and asked if it was Monday. It was actually Wednesday. We both agreed this week was running full speed ahead and neither of us knew why. Didn’t I just publish the Week…

Week One of The 100-Day Project

This post is a transcription of the Starting with a Song Podcast, S3Ep2: Week One of #The100DayProject Hey friends! It’s good to be back so soon into Week One of The 100-Day Project. How are things going for you? It’s been a weird one here in Nashville ranging from 72 degrees, dipping into the 30s…

Still Blooming

I love following artist and writer, Morgan Harper Nichols on Instagram. Her words and accompanying art always seem to catch me right when and where I need them. “I am not who I used to be and that is a beautiful thing and even here, in new unknowns, I know: I am still blooming.” -Morgan…

Bolstering Hope

I’m seeing connections between my personal learning and real world experience. People need people.

May everyone be so blessed to have someone listen and really hear them. May everyone be so blessed to have someone say they want to walk with them through the hard stuff. May everyone be so blessed to find, through the actions of others, that they’re not alone.

Stacking Stones

There are some days where I feel physically helpless, but I can pinpoint the exact moment when I was brought back to life. I have the receipts. I’ve stacked stones in the river. Even sitting in this pain, I can return and rejoice because I remember why God is good.

Presence Not Withheld

I tend to avoid New Year resolutions, but I do want to continue living here in this heart posture: just as I have been promised, so will I try to extend.

Count It All Joy

Two years ago, my word for the year was Brave. The word Savor found me heading into 2020. I’d been wondering what this year would hold and what word I’d cling to. (After all we’ve been through, how do you even plan?) It sounds silly, but I asked God for a word at the end…

His Cup of Tea

March 19, 1989. I had to look up the actual date, but the time itself is easy to remember. I first made a profession of faith on Palm Sunday when I was eight years old. I was baptized the following week on Easter Sunday. Thirty-one years later, I realize I made this decision before I…