Sometimes I forget to look up.

I forget to be in awe of this beautiful world around me.

To be taken aback by Queen’s Lace on the side of the road

The smell of sweet flowers and fresh cut grass

The way the sun feels on my skin

And how beautiful the world looks when covered in its golden evening hue.

All of the sudden I am speechless.

Maybe all of this isn’t just a pretty picture.

Maybe it’s a message.

An opportunity for my ears to catch the faint whisper

Of the Creator’s Song

Still being sung since the beginning of time.

Maybe we were destined to notice.

To be alive and present in the Creator’s creation.

Maybe we weren’t supposed to miss it.

Perhaps the pull in my heart

The feeling I get after wasting my day inside

Consumed by technology

Consumed by myself

Perhaps it’s my heart longing for the Song

And perhaps id I weren’t so enamored in me

I wouldn’t miss Him.

Because He’s calling

In the flowers

Through the smells.

He’s as close as the warmth on my skin.

And I’m missing Him.

Because I refuse to look up.

I ignore the opportunity to connect.

I miss the invasion of Glory into everyday life.

All because I am consumed with me.

I must choose to look up.

I must choose to be present.

Because I don’t want to miss the moments

Of Glory

Of Hearing

Of Him.

I just don’t want to miss it.



A Question

I am an Expert of Planning.

A Champion Dreamer.

A List-Maker and Word-Definer of longing.

I long for adventure

For perfection

For rich and full life.

A life so lived that it seeps with stories

Of real, true, heart-breakingly honest life.

But do I know how to live it out?

Do I know how to really live?

And if I do, why am I not?

Is life

Right now

At this very moment


Is it every going to be enough?

This is the question I am aching to know.



I Am a Tree

I am a tree

Graciously planted by the streams of the Lord.

I am thirsty

Longing for more.

So I drink of the deep clear waters which refresh my soul.

My branches

My arms

They sprawl upwards

Longing to pierce the blanket of sky

Hoping only to catch a glimpse of Glory.

More Lord.

Yes, more.

As my roots sink deeper

As they drink deeper

My branches stretch outward

Shading and sustaining those who come.

The weak.

The hungry.

The weary.

Take shelter.

Be fed.

Find rest.

Satisfy your soul.

Bask in the Glory which shines through my branches

Pushes me aside to reach to you.

He sees you.

He desires to heal you.

O Lord, let my growth only be a beacon for others to taste your goodness!!!




My God is a God

Who sits across from me

At a coffee shop table.

Who whispers with longing,

“Come away with me. Come away.”

Who doesn’t promise health or riches here on this broken planet

But instead promises of a plan

A plan that is wild and great and full of Him.

How could I say no?

How could I turn away from the God who sang the stars into existence

And yet knows more about me than my name

Who knows the deepest longings of my heart

And every word it seems to scream when there just aren’t words enough.

His relentless pursuit is fiercer than a lion.

He will give armies for my life.

Kingdoms in exchange for my ransom.

He will trample the enemy for the glace of my eye

For every step I choose to turn away from the world and step closer towards Him.

And through this pursuit, my heart is overwhelmed.

Me, Lord?

Yes, My love, You.

Why, Lord?

Because my love for you is never-ending.

The Love of the Lord is fiercer and stronger than any love scene this world has to offer.

His love for me is Mighty.

It is Relentless.

It is LOUD.

Pursuing me by day and night

Until my heart can say

“Yes LORD, Only you? Your Name and Your Renown are the desires of my heart! Do what You will with my life!”


A Holy Discomfort

“I do not understand what I do. For what I want to do I do not do, but what I hate I do. And if I do what I do not want to do, I agree that the law is good. As it is, it is no longer I myself who do it, but it is sin living in me. For I know that good itself does not dwell in me, that is, in my sinful nature. For I have the desire to do what is good, but I cannot carry it out. For I do not do the good I want to do, but the evil I do not want to do—this I keep on doing. Now if I do what I do not want to do, it is no longer I who do it, but it is sin living in me that does it.

So I find this law at work: Although I want to do good, evil is right there with me. For in my inner being I delight in God’s law; but I see another law at work in me, waging war against the law of my mind and making me a prisoner of the law of sin at work within me. What a wretched man I am! Who will rescue me from this body that is subject to death? Thanks be to God, who delivers me through Jesus Christ our Lord!

So then, I myself in my mind am a slave to God’s law, but in my sinful nature a slave to the law of sin.” –Romans 17:21-25

There is a Holy discomfort

A constant raging within my soul.

I am not yet what I set out to be.

I am not enough.

Look at these sins as they pile higher and higher

Until I cannot even see their end.

Greed, Lust, Sloth, Bitterness

A lack of gratefulness and contentment.

Death. Death. Death.

“Lord,” my heart cries, “Why can’t I do this? Why can’t I succeed in my longing to be perfect and holy?

Why am I not good enough?”

Oh my love,” He whispers to my soul.

“Don’t you see?”

His eyes burn with Love and Truth.

“Did I not die? Did I not give everything for you?”

Well, yes Lord, but—

Then you are enough My Love,” He whispers.

“You are mine—I call you whole.”



“I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live, but Christ lives in me. The life I now live in the body, I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me.” -Galatians 2:20

A Song in My Heart

There’s a song in my heart, on the tip of my tongue
Just beyond the point of reach.
It’s singing of eternity
Tasting of the glories God has tucked into every day life.
The smoke rising off the mountains and the wind whose gentle breeze flutters the full, green leaves of the trees.
Both are singing
The promise of resurrection and renewal.
“He’s coming,” they say.
“We’re ready,” they whisper
As the golden light of five o’clock makes the world and my heart feel alive and good.
As my hands are pulled on once again and yet another head rests gently on my shoulder
As warm coffee slips smoothly down my throat
And as I breathe in the mountain air
And as I see the majesty of the stars at night
I feel Him too.
The glorious splendor of the Lord pushes through the cracks of my routine and suddenly
I am in awe
Keenly aware..
“I am ready too,” I whisper.
I am ready to gaze upon the glory of the Lord and sing His praises for all eternity.
I am ready for redemption where all that is left is Jesus.
The world whispers.
My heart whispers.
“Lord have your way! Come soon!”