• That'll Preach

    Dear Lovely,

    Jesus to me two hours before my alarm was supposed to go off this morning: Get up! Hurry! Get out your pen, I don’t want you to miss this!  Man, I am so glad that I didn’t. These are real words, exactly as they are in the pages of my journal, just as the Lord gave them to me. For every lie that enemy has planted in my ear, Jesus countered. He will do the very same for you. I feel entirely exposed publishing this, because they are from the deepest, most intimate places in my heart, but I believe from those same places that He has a word for you this…

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    Valentine’s Day: Let’s Talk About It

    Let’s get this out of the way, say it with me, class: this is not a shot at a shameless plug. This is real life. Okay so yeah, it’s February 14th. A man-made holiday like any other. Yesterday was February 13th and tomorrow will be February 15th, business as usual. But for some of us—this is not just Tuesday. For some of us, we avoid this day like the plague as it holds blatantly red and pink reminders of deep heartache and brokenness that somehow smell just like roses. Ugh rude.  For others of us—this is it. This is the mother of all days. Your middle name is Russell Stover. You’ve got it…

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    A Tired Hallelujah

    “Restore to me the joy of Your salvation and give me a willing spirit.” Psalm 51:12 “Consider me and answer, Lord my God. Restore brightness to my eyes; otherwise, I will sleep in death.” Psalm 13:3 I don’t know about you, but my hallelujah these days is puffy-eyed and groggy. Exhausted, in the most raw sense of the word. Somewhere in the mix it has become a quiet chore. Somewhere along the way I stopped expecting and started living on yesterday’s word, which became last week’s, which became last month’s. And this is not to say that the Lord cannot or will not fall fresh on scripture that you have read a…

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    A Prayer For the Anxious One

    “Holy One, thank you for my place at Your feet. Even in the midst of everything else, you made room for me. My Champion, you step into the pages of my story—You win.  Darkness cannot exist in Your light (Micah 7:8). Teach me to call it out. Mighty Warrior, You rejoice with me. Let the song you sing over me be the anthem of my life (Zephaniah 3:17). Fear, bow. Sickness, heal. Anxiety, cancelled in the name of Jesus. Your Word ordains my victories (Psalm 44:4). You alone are my mountain of refuge and source of strength. I trust You. (Psalm 28:7). Today I will walk confidently before the throne, as Esther did—like the heir that I am (Hebrews 4:15,…

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    If Ceilings Could Talk: Genesis 1

    I found this picture in my camera roll. It’s the ceiling of the Georgia Dome in Atlanta, Georgia–that this week–some 55,000 eighteen to twenty-four year olds sat enamored under, listening to the hope of the Gospel being communicated by some of the greats. I thought it was only fitting for the word that the Lord has given me this morning. Today is the first day following Passion 2017. It’s like December 26th all over again. You know what I’m talking about. The day after Christmas when all the hype is now past-tense and you’re surrounded by all of this new stuff and you don’t even know where to begin doing something…

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    Millennial Madness: Free For Now

    It has come to my attention, well, I have known it and I have forced it to be small and confined it to the back my of my mind, that the millennial generation, our generation, is largely and disturbingly uneducated when it comes to the current political climate. And here we are just 39 days shy of our next presidential election. Our generation. Ha, as if we take pride in anything. We have been lulled to sleep by mainstream media and our own disgusting contentment with the trajectory of our nation. We are loud. We have something to say, but lack the education to say it so instead we take to picketing and protesting and #standingwith the first controversial…

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    Faucet Water

      Greetings from the twilight zone. Been a little while, eh? I guess it always will be. For those of you who have followed my blog for any period of time, first of all, let it be known that you are a Rockstar. Mean it. Capital R. Bold. Times New Roman font size 87. And me? I am your groupie. Taking time away from you, was never originally my intention, it never is. Sometimes you just get weary of your own vulnerability and want to put a “gone to lunch. be back never” sign over the door of your transparency and pretend like life is really what it seems on Instagram. If only, if only…

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    When It Rains

    Let us acknowledge the LORD; let us press on to acknowledge him. As surely as the sun rises, he will appear; he will come to us like the winter rains, like the spring rains that water the earth. Hosea 6:3 There’s just something about walking outside the morning after a long night’s rain. The mingling smell of wet concrete and freshly dewed grass in the air. The smudgy sun peeping through your eyelashes because they- your eyes- aren’t quite all the way open, but you know it’s there because you can feel it, the warm after-bite of the cool morning breeze through your sleep shirt. And the flowers bloom and…

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    Life Off the Edge

    “Worry implies that we don’t quite trust God is big enough, powerful enough, or loving enough to take care of what’s happening in our lives. Stress says the things we are involved in are important enough to merit our impatience, our lack of grace towards others, or our tight grip of control. Basically, these two behaviors communicate that it’s okay to sin and not trust God because the stuff in my life is somehow exceptional. Both worry and stress reek of arrogance. They declare our tendency to forget that we’ve been forgiven, that our lives are brief …and that in the context of God’s strength, our problems are small, indeed.” -Francis Chan…

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    FiVE.

    Oh my Reader, you have no idea how sweet you are to the ole soul. You stick with me even when life gets all lifey and my brain won’t allow me to put words to paper for weeks on end. Your encouragement never fails to amaze and overwhelm my little heart. You get me and I love ya for it, mean it. I got permission from my sweet daddy to share the chapter I wrote for his newest book Losing Cooper: Finding Hope to Grieve Well. Uncut, unedited. This is my heart. February 24th 2004. Thinking back I can almost smell the rubbery sterile hospital air of NMMC Women’s Hospital.…