07.07.14 - Show coming up in Portland July 19th
I'm so looking forward to this upcoming show
with longtime friends Justin McRoberts and Scott Erickson
. It's going to be a collaborative night of music, live art, and storytelling. Find out more here!
03.20.14 - Learning to grow...one scraped knee at a time
When my son James was turning 3, a friend told me about strider bikes. They learn balance when they are young and then don't need training wheels down the road, she said.
Well, James will be 5 next month and he is the poster child for these balance bikes. The transition to a bike with pedals has gone smoother than the transition to cups without lids. Seriously! And now I am that mom at the park craning my neck and holding my breath while I watch him race down the incline on the path. You should see him, it's really something. He doesn't quite understand the concept of bragging or showing off and he thinks that everyone everywhere wants to see how awesome he is on his new bike. The smaller kids at the park will run after him with curiosity and James' eyes will sparkle as he leans down and pedals even faster, loving the attention.
Of course, he does have falls. And they are from farther up than he's used to and from different angles than he had learned to control, so he has some scrapped knees and elbows. (if either grandmother is reading this, please don't send knee pads. There is no chance he would wear them)
The other day I was watching both of my kiddos ride around on their bikes, keeping an extra close eye on James who was probably a little too confident in his newfound bike freedom. He rounded the corner to our driveway and the front wheel turned faster than he could stop and he fell right down on to his elbow and side. Reaching down to console him, expecting a tender response, he said loudly,"Mom! SEE! You should have been staying closer to me! You should have been watching!"
And instantly (in the kind of flash that can only be the Holy Spirit revealing something to me) I saw myself and the way I often react to God:"You shouldn't have let me think I was ready for this! I wasn't ready! You should have been standing closer to me! You shouldn't have let me fall."
How often, when something is painful, do I turn to blame or doubt. Too often. Like my sweet boy who doesn't want to go through the trial and error of learning something new, I push back against growing pains. I fight against change. I clothe myself in the old things because I believe the lie that familiar is better than freedom. But friends, that is so far from the truth.
On this first day of spring, I am reminded of a song I wrote a few years
ago about this very thing.
If it not be springtime in me, Lord make it so
I am weary of gray skies within
if in my heart I am fertile and green, Lord help me grow
I am ready for new to begin.
06.05.13 - Tim Timmons
Three years ago I found myself sitting across the room from Tim Timmons
, set up to co-write a song or two at the office of my Nashville publishing company. It only took about 30 minutes for me to realize that Tim would be a very influential person in my life.
Tim's youthful energy was contagious despite the story he humbly unfolded about living with an incurable cancer. His eyes sparkled as he asked questions like, "What would happen if all of us who believe in Jesus truly followed Jesus? What would that look like?.... What if we realized that the same power that defeated sin and death lives inside of us?!"
As we left the room that day after beginning what became the song Only One Standing I found myself thinking: I want to know Jesus the way he knows Jesus.
Three years and many songs later, Tim h
as become one of our dearest friends and a constant source of encouragement and inspiration for our family. His first label release, Cast My Cares, has been playing non-stop in our house and I'm incredibly proud of the songs Tim and I wrote together (Cast My Cares, Lets Be Beautiful, Christ In Me, I Will Follow Love, Great Reward & Only One Standing). Check it out!
02.14.13 - The Gold That Wasn't Needed
I have been reading through the bible chronologically (which I'm really enjoying) and have been really encouraged by a certain section in Exodus.
The latter part of the book includes details (after details) about the building of the sanctuary, the place where God met with His people. It describes how God put special skill in people to do all sorts of work that was needed to complete the building. And the people were more than willing to bring what they had. Their skill, their possessions, whatever was needed they brought freely. Until one of the overseers told Moses:
"The people bring much more than enough for doing the work that the Lord has commanded us to do." So Moses gave command, and word was proclaimed throughout the camp, "Let no man or woman do anything more for the contribution for the sanctuary." So the people were restrained from bringing, for the material they had was sufficient to do all the work, and more." (Exodus 36:4-7
I can't help but think about the man who had just decided to take a leave from his job in order to help with the sanctuary. Or the women who was in the middle of sorting through her jewelry with a pile of gold to bring for them to melt down and use for another purpose. I can image how eager they were to bring what they had to offer, and how disappointed they may have been when they heard they weren't needed anymore.
We all desire to be valuable and appreciated
. Our response when our offering isn't needed reveals who it is we are seeking value and appreciation from. Is the offering of those whose gold never got melted down any less valuable than those whose Gold became the mercy seat?
It is not a matter of whose name is on what brick, whose hand wove what curtain, whose gold became this or that. It is not even a matter of what got used, and what didn't. It is a matter of what each offering meant between the individual and God.
And it still means that today. I don't believe that God gives us gifts or resources for nothing, and if you feel like you are sitting on the bench asking God to put you in the game, perhaps you are in a season of waiting, or learning
. And I would bet there is a way that you can serve right where you are. The truth is that sometimes the gifts, resources and skills that we have are needed in a public sort of way. And sometimes they are not. Jesus sees and is honored by both.
This is a lesson for me in my current season where my primary role is to be a mother. There have been times for my songs to be heard by the thousands, and then there are times that my songs are meant for my two little red headed kids. And both are an offering of the gifts that God has given me.
It is always good to ask, whose appreciation am I seeking? Who is my offering for?
11.29.12 - Memories from the Beginning
I was 18 and had just moved to Nashville. Someone invited me to a "Pickin Parlor" which is where songwriters got together (this one at a house) and played songs with/for each other. Most of them had instruments of some kind with them so they would all play with each other even though most of the songs were unheard, recently written. Nashville is like that...songs just appearing every day out of the air, seemingly as numerous as raindrops in a thunderstorm.
(which reminds me...dear country music: please stop covering pop hits and releasing them as singles. There are so many good songs out there that never get recorded, cut those instead, for the love.)
So they would play. They would sing. They would eat and laugh and drink in songs that may or may not ever land on ears farther than that living room or a publishers desktop. But oh they were wonderful. I had found my people.
Rivers Rutherford was there that night and when it was his turn to play he played a song that at that time had yet to be recorded by Faith Hill but was soon after. A song that has become an all time favorite of mine, maybe because of that night and maybe because it is just a wonderful, wonderful song. "When the lights go down...He'll be fillin' a pan with a broom in his hand...In some dive across town...He'll be wipin' the bar, and moppin' the floor....Countin' his tips and lockin' the doors...Wrestlin' with the devil that tells him to pour another round ...." I was hooked. Who is this man and where did this song come from and do I really live here? Am I in the room right now?
When the guitar came around to me I think I played something, yes I did. I think I played my song appropriately titled "Music" which I must have just written. I remember feeling so small and wonderful. So proud to be playing for that room of people. They liked my voice, I remember. Told me I reminded them of a girl who used to frequent the pickin party, they wanted me to come back.
It was raining when I left, raining water or raining songs, who can say? The road back down to Harding was dark and I wasn't quite sure where I was. I had gone by myself, following directions on a sheet of paper, and I probably wasn't even down the driveway before I had started new songs in my head. The creativity was so fluid and selfless that I could not help but be inspired.
And that was just the beginning. (picture circa 2001..ish?)
10.08.12 - Surrender...again.
it is such a year of learning I really do not know where to begin. The kind of year you can't turn back, the kind of change you can't undo. So I move forward with prayers of "Oh Lord...I need You". The curtain has been pulled on my lesser gods and any false sense of security I had has been shattered. I feel smaller and more humbled than I ever have and yet, more confident in who I am
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06.06.12 - On Moving to Portland 2
We moved to Portland in the middle of winter. In the middle of the rainy season that we quickly realized was not just a myth, it really does rain here like...all. the. time. But I don't mind. I didn't mind the long days in february watching the drops of water form patterns on the windows as I cuddled up with my kids and drank coffee. Lots of coffee. My friend here says the rain is why coffee is so popular in Portland, she calls it liquid sunshine.
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03.05.12 - On Moving to Portland
I have moved from Nashville to Portland, Oregon. I have been trying to find the right words to explain to you, reader, what this move has been like for me. And I realize that I am still processing much of the change, and the words may come more fully later.
Let me just assure you that we have moved out here to follow Jesus. We have moved out here to chase after so many dreams we have for our family. We have moved out here because when one is on the banks of a river, a river you know has your name on it, and the waters suddenly rise, and the current starts to pull you along with it...you have no choice but to let it take you....
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01.10.12 - My Birth Playlist
When I went into labor in November, I asked my husband to bring me my computer because I needed some music. I needed songs whose lyrics could encourage me and connect with my heart. This playlist was in my itunes and it seemed to fit the bill. These are the songs that were on repeat for those several hours before and right after Norah was born. It turned out to be the perfect mix of songs of surrender, strength, and purpose. Thank you to you whose music is on here, your songs gave me courage!
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12.30.11 - For those who walk the races
This year has been a tiring one, full of many changes here at the end. I am grateful for, as I've said in previous posts, this full time dependence on a strength outside of myself. It is good to be here. It's also good to know that God is okay with my moving slowly. My taking it one day, one hour at a time. I can find several scriptures that tell me this, but my favorite is this one....
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