Psalms expressions is music for the soul

simple pleasures... headphones on.... bobbing my head to the beat... moving my body with the rhythmn.... doing the Bill Cosby dance. ahhhh... i make myself laugh... as Brushfire Fairytales f stop blues comes on... Incoming tide touches roots to expose...

love the quote: music is what feelings sound like

If God were...

If God were a Kantian, who would not have us till we came to Him from the purest and best motives, who could be saved? ~CS Lewis

I really don't deserve it verse of the week

"See what kind of love the Father has given to us, that we should be called children of God; and so we are. The reason why the world does not know us is that it did not know him. Beloved, we are God’s children now, and what we will be has not yet appeared; but we know that when he appears we shall be like him, because we shall see him as he is." 1 John 3:1-2


This revitalizes my concept of God’s care, reminding me that I am a child of a loving God who tells us to “cast all our anxiety on Him because he cares for us” (1Pet 5:7).


Because your steadfast love is better than life, my lips will praise you.


I guess that's why we call it grace- the freely given, unmerited love of God.

Was that me?

I made a bad decision.

Hear my cry, O God. Listen to my prayer, from the end of the earth I call to you when my heart is faint. Lead me to the rock that is higher than I for you have been my refuge, a strong tower against the enemy. Let me dwell in your tent forever! Let me take refuge under the shelter of your wings!... …For God alone my soul waits in silence, from him comes my salvation. He only is my rock and my salvation, my fortress; I shall not be greatly shaken… I will trust in him and pour out my heart before him because of His steadfast love. All power belongs to Him. (excerpts from Ps 61)

I lift up my head and God is still with me.


As I wait to meet with someone, whose road is widening with pain, I wonder is it more difficult or is it easier to love someone who is hurting when you are hurting yourself? Will you be more emphathetic? or will you be so self-absorbed that you don't even listen?

at Caribou and my cup is empty

I have a dead heart. It’s that feeling of the resonance of sin. Where life is stopped for the widest moment of knee bowing humility toward you, Holy God. I have failed you and this is my confession. I have coveted and I have put temporary pleasure above your truth. I have lead others astray. I have sinned against others, but predominately against you. Why have I cheapened this vessel for your glory. You have done great things in my life. Revive me O Lord. My soul is heavy.

Love to Elyse

Called to be His Helper was the title of the Ladies Day Away Women's Conference at NorthCreek Church this past weekend. First off, it was great to see the completion of the new building a week before it went "live" for weekly use. I went through a bit of a culture shock. Even though it is only a building, it says so much of the church personality. It will definitely be interesting to notice the changes when I go back again.



Elyse Fitzpatrick is an accomplished author. I will let her work speak for herself. I love her authenticity and her 'I'm just gonna plough through and share scripture as I see it... ' attitude with grab your side hilarious personal anecdotes. We've come a long way to have so many sweet ladies giving an amen to her comments on the three letter 's' word in church... ah, it made me laugh. This has been the second conference this year (the first was Carolyn McCulley) uncovering Biblical manhood and womanhood and the continuing stretch of my worldview box. This may just my opportunity to lay out my "Whoa"man persective. I think I will. AHHH!! this means someone could possibly read this!!! ok, I have those moments of fear of judgement, but I have made a commitment to be transparent, sin and all, for God's ultimate Glory.

hmm.. maybe I'll wait to publish my soapbox.

Nothing but the RED eye...

I took the red eye home from Cali this morning. Never again. I probably will, but it was soo painful. I guess it could be compared to giving birth to a child... it hurts me to even think about it again, but the pain of not being able to sleep is overpowered by the cheap tickets and getting to hang out with friends until late in the evening... (yeah for bunco!)

I usually lolly gag to get on the plane and this time was no different. As I sat in the terminal, my only prayer was that I wouldn't fall asleep and miss my flight. As I looked around, everyone's heads were bobbing and mouths were drying out, and so I realized I wouldn't be the only one. I kept glaring at the medical article I was reading while mentally pretending I had toothpicks holding open my eyelids. If anyone dared talked to me, it would have taken 10 minutes for it to register. Looking at my phone for the 14th time didn't help speed anything along. It was just a painful reminder how slow time was passing.

We finally begin boarding and I think to myself, at least I have a window seat. Have you noticed that when you're tired, the window is like 2ft away so you can't rest your head on it... Sheesh... To make matters more humorous, the five cotton balls that made up the northworst pillow was a bit dirty and hairy and... let's just say was better not to use. I tried my left side, my right side, resting on my right hand, resting on my shoulders on the mini table, feet up, feet down. About the only thing I didn't do was try to sleep in the aisle. The flight attendant said something about a fire hazard when I tried...

The best part about going home was seeing people who really KNOW me. There is something to be said about being known and knowing others deeply. I thank God for friends and relationships and the encouragement of being vulnerable and sharpened by others.

now, I'm home and I can take a quick ZZzzzz before work.