If you have time to Worry you have time to Worship

As we’re deep into the Holy Week and only a day stands between us and Good Friday I’m reminded of Jesus’ sacrifice through suffering…

I’m reminded that Jesus suffered in isolation so that we wouldn’t ever suffer alone.

And this week as we began a new journey of our own…
as we strung masks over our faces and wondered exactly what the road ahead would bring,
God’s been ever-so-gently tenderizing our hearts. 

Things we once counted as important have lost their place as souls seem to be gaining their rightful place…
because no soul is too far gone or too great a risk.

And here in this hard and Holy Week it’s easy to see why Christ chose the Cross over a Kingdom
and death over life.

Blood-flow signifies life
This very thing has been rolling around in my mind lately and making me think just how costly life can be.

As Joe and I’ve been pressing pause on worry and choosing to worship,
we’ve been seeing God walking beside us.

I believe that’s because inside of these days of brokenness it’s easier to feel his presence…
hearts always seem more raw in the breaking.

We’ve been noticing as we’re lifting our praises upward there’s something shifting inside the crevices of our brains and how our perspective’s been changing too.

For several years Joe has repeated this little phrase that holds so much truth…
                   ‘If you have time to worry, you have time to pray!’

I’ve been adapting it to worship these days because worship is a prayer sung out loud when there’s no words to be said.

It’s when we take our eyes off the external that we’re able to see God so much more clearly.

And when we do this together with friends and family circled around us something crazy occurs…
a beautiful gift comes in worshiping together

-our hearts fall into sync and they begin to beat as one.

Even though we each bring our own worries to the foot of the Cross our hearts have an incredible way of keeping in rhythm.
And in these beautiful moments together, we gain the attention of Heaven.

Our cry out to God gets louder and has a way of grabbing his attention in ways our worries can’t.

Friend, I’ve been realizing just how stagnant worry really is…as it breathes toxins inside our lungs and does nothing to move the heart of God.

And when our lives are in need of his kind of working, why would we expend such empty energy?

Yet so much of our days get lost in this kind of cyclical worry-full thinking when what we really need is to worship the ONE who has the power to sustain us.

Because worship has a way of igniting our brains with the perseverance we need to press on.

And as Joe and I’ve been walking through this hard week we never knew it would land us smack in the middle of this Holy Week.

But God has a way of using what’s in our every day lives to show himself. 

This morning during just another spontaneous time of worship God moved in our hearts in a powerful way…
because sometimes it’s our hearts that need to align with the pathway of suffering ahead for us to recognize his working.  

And honestly friend there’s a whole lot of brave that’s being lived out every day beside us if we’ll only take the necessary time to listen to one another’s stories. 

Whether it’s the young Mom who recently delivered her baby cold and blue 
or the teenage girl who’s not only fighting for her life but fighting to be loved…

Friend there really is a whole lot of brave we don’t see when life is going as we planned and it feels better than ever… 
Because sometimes it takes pain felt deep within for us to notice it in another. 

Today as we walked out of our last appointment and as we are headed closer into Good Friday the sun decided to make its appearance…its warmth radiated hope as it reminded us we never walk this way alone.

And that’s exactly why Jesus hung on the Cross and suffered
alone, so that we’d never know what it was like to suffer in such isolation. 

So, if you can’t get a hold of us this weekend press play on that song that moves the heart of God, because that’s exactly how we’re spending our days over here.





Worship Over Worry


Somedays it’s hard to know if what we’re walking through comes from heaven or the depths below…

All I know is whether our view is from a mountain top looking down or in the valley looking up we didn’t travel this way alone!
Because no matter where God’s taking us he’s been there with us all along.

This past month we’ve been asked so many times about the origin of this disease that’s taken residence in our home…
anything from medically to spiritually and our answer has been the same, regardless…

It’s not where it comes from, but who is carrying us through it.

These verses have been guiding our steps and are the result of our response lately…
We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed;
perplexed, but not in despair;
persecuted, but not abandoned;
struck down, but not destroyed.
We always carry around in our body the death of Jesus,
so that the life of Jesus may also be revealed in our body.
For we who are alive are always being given over to death for Jesus’ sake,
so that his
life may also be revealed in our mortal body.’
2 Corinthians 4.8-11

Because when our lives suddenly change, our view shifts and the things of God take on greater meaning.
It is in this place,
our stories minister deeper…

and reach higher until they spill over…
with nothing restrained,
because there’s no longer a risk that’s greater
than the one worth taking. 

I recently learned a new Hebrew word it’s ‘Tehillah’ meaning
‘a spontaneous new song. Singing a melody in your heart by adding words to it’.

Friends, did you read that…a spontaneous song from our story…it gives words to the song that is growing within our hearts…
It also says how…’it brings tremendous unity to the body of Christ.’

Singing in this place moves us into the presence of God…any and every time and it unifies us with the body of Christ.
Each of our songs written from the hard and holy places of our hearts come together in the presence of God as ONE song being sung together in worship to our heavenly Father. 

Friends, we live out our worship…created to live it out in both the best and the hardest of days.

Our sacrifice is singing out our praises to God even when are our hearts are racing and our hands are trembling….because some days even though worry can feel like it’s winning, it’s really not. 

Because God awakens us in worship and revives us when we set aside our worry and we choose to worship him…

We lift up all of the loose ends….
all of the undone details…
all the unknown that’s raising up all kinds of fear
and we say not only with our voice
but with our empty hands-
God we trust you!’

We trust you regardless what we must go through,
we trust you when life feels overwhelming and we’re learning a new rhythm…
because God
we not only yearn to trust you more
but we also
long to worship you in this place!

It’s in these moments when our thoughts shift from what seems to be weighing us down to being overwhelmed by the goodness of our God.

We experienced this very thing the other night as we’d just gotten home from yet another surgical biopsy.
Joe was feeling awful and I was scared because I knew this might be the beginning of these ugly moments.

And I did the only thing I knew to do…

As we crawled into bed I pressed play on our ‘Worship Over Worry’ playlist that we recently made because when hard times come like this you need a continuous stream to drown out the worry in the waiting.

These songs seem to be ministering to us so deeply these days as if they were written from our own story, from the inside of our hearts. 

So, as we laid there my eyes were closed because the honest truth is I needed those words to flow out of my heart and into the presence of God. 
I needed God to hold what was feeling like too much and most of all I needed him to hold me ever-so-tightly that night…

And you know what happened…he did just that!

As I opened my eyes a few moments later my heart was so moved as I looked over at Joe who was laying there beside me worn out but with his hand raised up in worship…
because he knew there’s something healing about singing a hallelujah when your body feels broken. 

It was in that moment I knew that our choice to worship God over worry was exactly what God’s using to strengthen us and calm our worries.  

This isn’t some gimmick we’ve chosen, it’s truly our Tehillah, a spontaneous song from our story, the song that’s growing within us which gives all the glory to God…both in the hard days as well as in the better ones.

And Friends, we all have a Tehillah from within the depths of our soul to sing and what’s even more mind blowing is these beautiful songs are what God uses to bring us together.

Because these songs are what usher in hope and remind us that God is winning this battle! 





How Our Praise is a Pathway to God’s heart

Perhaps the wounds that are felt the most are
the ones where the scalpel
cuts the deepest.

But sweet one
IS where God’s presence is felt the nearest.

Because the truth is,
I’ve never felt so close to God as when he’s carrying me through the valley.
….and life calls for this sometimes.

I’ve been learning this a lot these days.

It’s here where the whispers of God have been sustaining me.
Because faith reminds us that he is carrying us through while fear attempts to steal our peace.
But when we choose to keep the voice of God as the One who speaks INTO us,
we find it so much easier to exhale praise in.

Because we need his soothing reminders to drive out all fear.
And this is when we drop our heart inside the pages of his story and his words find their perfect way of fitting into our story
…because this is the relevancy of God.

It’s strange friends,
before the diagnosis,
before things began to change,
the anxieties were rising…
the pain of loss were strung over our days and
the hard that life brings was feeling extra heavy.
But somewhere inside all of this
-God’s been putting his hand inside my chest and massaging my heart…
giving me peace.

The biggest thing we’ve been learning these days is the blessing of walking with God. 
And although we are continually comforted by his presence beside us,
the truly amazing blessing is woven in how he’s leading us…

Joe and I have felt like we’ve been riding a roller coaster of emotions these days and everyone surrounding us has been in the cars beside us. 
Many times we don’t have the explanations or answers for others nor for the ones we’re asking deep within. 

So, this morning as we woke up with a headache from the craziness of yesterday’s circumstances and all of the emotions it brought us through…
I felt a leading from the Spirit to rest today. 

Not just a physical response of rest but an emotional and spiritual one. 
I felt God’s Spirit urging us to rest in him today.

And you know what happened?

God showed up!

Several people who have been surrounding us in prayer and in worshiping God have been echoing this very same message to us. 
Reminding us that God hears and sees us each one of us. 

God’s leading to ‘stand still’ is a request for us to stand in his presence in prayer and in worship…to not be tempted to try and fix this thing but to trust and worship him in stillness. 

This is hard for us, isn’t it?

Because when things are wrong,
when cells are out of order and when they’re mutated,

the last thing we think we should do is press pause. 

Because urgent times call for urgent measures, right?

Well, this isn’t so with God. 
Because it’s in our stillness he powerfully works and it’s when we’re out of the way
he is clearly seen the most!

I used to think he needed me to ‘fix’ things and then ask him for his covering in what I did.

But in the midst of this battle we are currently in Joe and I have been finding the best work we can do is to praise God in the midst of difficulties and allow him to work. 
You see, when we praise him for WHO he is others recognize him in our lives and they meet him in our pain. 

You know perhaps all the brokenness we so often concentrate on has nothing to do with it’s shattered pieces….
Instead maybe, our response of praise is what he’s looking for. 

Because sometimes God whispers for us to stand still,
to remain in this place so we can see firsthand how he powerfully responds on our behalf.

Because when battles are unleashed in our lives our stance is essential to the outcome.

Our declaration of who God is in those hard seasons shouts out what we truly believe.

I saw this in a very real way at my Mom’s funeral when my Dad confidently raised his hand in worship of God…

Because we tell the world that God is good regardless of what happens inside the details of our lives.

It echoes the steadfastness of our hearts, no matter what!
And this friend is the security our hearts need in our ever-changing lives.
We need to know God is God, no matter what!
-Because there is nothing else in life that can sustain this kind of place in our lives.

You see when this all began,
Joe and I had a decision to make.
A decision to worship God for how good he’s been and will forever be
or we could wait for a diagnosis and treatment plan to pass through and then choose to worship him depending on the outcome.

We chose to praise him in the middle of our struggle and to worship him for who he is every.single.day!

And what happened has been amazing as God’s army is surrounding us in this worship.

You know sometimes as Christians we become convinced that we can only experience this kind of community in heaven.
But I truly believe, it’s here for us if we will become vulnerable and call out to others to stand with us on the front lines, vulnerable and all.

We tap into a heavenly battle, Friends!

The Church awakens and lives get re-born, young and old!

Our praise is the pathway to the heart of God!

It’s in these places
-hearts get healed, families experience restoration and lives find God. 

So, sweet Friend if you’re in the midst of your own hard struggle, know that our praise is the weapon to call upon heaven to fight for us

Believe me, I get it…I understand the upside-down reasoning this feels like.
Because I don’t have any idea how all of this will work out.
In fact we’ve been asked if our stance to
Worship Over Worry is one that can sustain the battle ahead.
And all we can say in response to that is…
our choice to
Worship Over Worry
-is truly the only thing getting us through these days.

Choosing to raise our tired and weary arms is our declaration that we trust God,
even so…

And until then…
standing still in prayer and in worship
as we
rest in God.

This is not a position of surrender or defeat,
but one of victory!

Turning Our Worry into Worship

These past few weeks have been so crazy…
from walking into the Dr’s thinking we were dealing with one thing
and leaving with another….

the more this thing unravels,
the more we see God working.

And I think the hardest part of this, outside of trusting God to hold us no matter what, has been waiting for all of the results.

In fact today I really felt the weight of it all as I was ready to post my blog only to realize I had lost the whole thing and had to start over.
..and then to be told by Dr’s that we’d have to wait another day to hear any news…

I felt it mostly in my stomach as it was all twisted up in knots so I did what I knew and talked to God about it all and told him I was at my wit’s end and needed his peace to flood me and for him to give me the patience to wait another day.

It’s been two weeks for this one biopsy and I’d reached the end of what I felt I had, but God washed over me and flooded me with his peace and my insides began to settle down and rest when my phone rang…
it was Joe.

This time he brought the news we’ve been praying for.
Although he has a very rare form of Lymphoma his cancer has not spread.
The Drs are shocked and we are worshiping God.


Do you know that story about Paul and Silas singing in the prison cell?
Well, I’ve been thinking a lot about them lately.
I once thought they must have been so much stronger than me to respond like that in a prison cell.

And yet as we’re facing our own kind of difficulty, the deepest part of my soul gently resonates with their response.
Because as I’ve been meditating on their story, I’ve been uncovering what might have caused their hearts to pray and sing that night.

You see when darkness hovers over our lives and anxiety tries to steal our joy, when brokenness seems to surround us there’s something we must hold onto.

Paul and Silas knew there was ONE that could loosen all the prisoner’s chains and they knew that same ONE could empty prison cells.

Friends, our fears get quieted when we lift them to the heavens and hold them up to God.

I never quite understood the power that came in worship until the last few weeks.
I’ve experienced it’s blessing and even held onto it in both the hard and holy days, but walking through these difficult days lately
-worship has found a new ministry in my life.
One I truly believe is what led to Paul and Silas singing that cold dark night.

You see when we raise our hallelujahs fear has no place in us because we can’t worship and worry at the same time.
Because as we worship God our worries get carried to heaven’s throne where God receives and massages our hurting hearts.
And as people gather alongside us they also lift their praises to God beckoning for his mercy and grace.

It’s so easy to become discouraged and worry when life hits a hard moment, it can cause us to lose our way at times.
….because it’s not always easy to remember how God’s goodness has followed us all these years and walking into unknown territories can be hard.
But when we choose to stand in God’s love and leave our fear behind we find there’s a whole lot of people fighting their own brave battles
-worshiping right beside us.

And I believe this is what Paul and Silas knew as they chose to pray and sing in the middle of the night.
They knew their suffering was just another opportunity for them to lead others into worship…to see God work.

That night as they sang with the prisoners listening something crazy happened…
God showed up.

And as they worshiped every prisoners chains were loosened and they were all set free…because when we sing a spontaneous song from our story others get moved as they see God move.  

They hear as God whispers every so gently to us…
‘I see you, child and I’m the One who carried you here and I’ll be the One who carries you through this.’

I think we walk through these things because God wants to gather broken souls and he wants us to know he is the ONE we need. 

As we’ve been turning our worry into worship God has been ministering to our souls and I am learning a new rhythm of grace. 
Because we can either spend our whole lives chasing worry or we can step into the presence of God where our fear gets taken by God. 

Because when we exchange our worries for worship we choose to call upon the heavens to fight our battles for us. 

And this friend is where God works the mightiest of his work. 

This friends is where I’ve been standing 
with hands lifted high before God…
And if you’re looking for me
-meet me at the feet of God worshiping his holy name…


When life suddenly changes, but God doesn’t

It wasn’t at all what I expected it to feel like….

Fearing it.

Hearing it.

Saying it.

Having it.

Even though I know it’s so much Joe’s story, we both got written into this narrative recently…
And somehow you did too!

Because when we break our hearts open and share our stories with one another we get invited into each other’s journey.
And I don’t know anything more powerful, outside of God himself,
that heals more souls and brokenness than the coming together of people in hard times.

This past week has felt like such a blur…and so much of it still seems surreal.

And yet, not for one millisecond of it, have we felt alone….but rather surrounded.

Both, as prayers from all over our beautiful planet are being offered and as worship songs continually bing my phone.

It’s truly been humbling for us and so inspiring to link arms with all of you.

You see, through all the texts, emails and messages we’ve been invited into thousands of your stories.

And friends,
it’s truly moving all the battles people are fighting out there.

Like the sweet Starbucks worker who washed my table and told me about her son who fought against addiction and how it cost his life.
And yet that precious Momma shows up every day to make our coffee and even chooses to smile all the way through it.
Because she knows the One who’s carrying her through her brokenness.

Or many of you out there fighting depression and your own battle against disease that is decaying your body.

With all the crazy headlines running through our feeds it’s easy to get lost in it all and forget how we’re all in this battle of life together.

Just like this past week when you so beautifully showed us this….
As you agreed to surround us with your audacious prayers and joined us to worship rather than worry.

And you know what’s happening?

God’s showing up!
Oh friend, maybe it’s in different ways than we’re looking for in desperate times like this.
Because truth is, I don’t know exactly what God is going to do.
There’s so much still unknown…

But what I do know
– is he’s been doing something in the depth of our souls and its been so amazing.

Because sometimes we can get stuck in our spiritual lives and forget that our ONE life really does matter.

I saw this in the way you came along side of us this past week.
I cannot even explain what a blessing it is that we can show up in some of our most ragged clothes and receive this kind of affection and love
-You’ve truly shown us we aren’t ever alone in our battles!

Because its easy to forget that when we unfold what’s deep inside our heart how
it has a special way of touching what’s deep inside another’s soul.

And as Joe and I’ve been walking through this journey lately we’ve been seeing how
one little text…
one big prayer…
one BIG hug…
and one beautiful worship song can help shift our eyes from what is temporal to what lasts forever!

And if I’ve learned anything in this life,
it’s how there will be days when we won’t want to climb some mountains.

But knowing
who is climbing with us, really makes a difference.
Because the climb upward always leads us closer to God. 

When life doesn’t make sense but God does

Sometimes life hits and you’re left wondering if what just happened is real or it’s just a dream…

It was Tuesday afternoon, the day after our thirtieth anniversary when Joe called me and
he softly spoke the words,
‘The Dr called and I have Lymphoma…’

I couldn’t believe it.

Even though God had been giving me bite size portions of this over the past week, my heart didn’t want to receive these words.

‘Oh, Joe I’m so sorry…we will get through this…’ were the words I repeated over and over until I arrived into the church parking lot and walked in to see him.

My gas tank was on empty and it mirrored my emptiness within…I felt like someone had let the air out of my lungs.

Once I reached his office, I held Joe as tightly as I could.
Because sometimes holding onto the ones you love feels like coming home.

He’s always been the strong one and I’ve fed off his strength for years and now I felt like the roles were reversing….

I’d be…
The one he’d lean into.
The one to remind him of God’s truth.
The one who would pass courage on when he feels worn down by it all.

I wondered if I had it in me….But life somehow awakens us in moments like these.

Something’s been changing in us over the past couple of days I feel it deep inside…

The next morning I spent countless minutes with God letting him minister to my soul.
In those moments I felt more alive than I’ve ever felt.
I saw the fight ahead and knew the one who’s been fighting battles through warriors would fill us with everything we needed to get through the days ahead.

We texted our kids and asked them to join us in turning our worries into worship.
Just the day before as one of our son’s prayed over us asking God to let this test become our testimony and our mess be our message, something courageous arose within us.

We sent out songs of worship to those near and far and asked them to join us in worship to God. We knew worship was the thing that ministers to brokenness the most.
The response was huge as we began receiving songs of praise from all over the country. People joining us in worshipping through worry.
Many with piles of worry of their own.

And last night the most beautiful thing of all happened.
As close friends and the leadership of our church gathered together,
God came even nearer to our souls.
We sang out together, hearts wept and we prayed.

We cracked open wide our hearts and our wounds and bled with one another.
And you know what happened?
Jesus met us there…
He cleaned up our wounds and mended our brokenness.
And in the ache of it all, we felt empowered to walk ahead…surrounded by armor bearers beside us.

And truth is I think we all will be different because of it.

Even this place we live will be different.

Our kids will be different and their places will be different too.

Because something that invades this deep can’t help but change us and change those surrounding us.


Just yesterday, I read the verse on my daily calendar that I had picked out in November.

The black ink simply stated…

“Even though I walk through the darkest valley, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me.”

Psalm 23:4

This verse foreshadowed where we were headed yesterday…as I read the words in the morning.

‘The darkest valley…’ struck me.

But it also gave me an enormous comfort as I continued reading…

‘I will fear no evil, for YOU are WITH me…’

God is with us through our darkest valleys friends.

He is with us and he is with the ones we love who are suffering too.

There is no greater comfort than knowing he walks beside us and even carries us through some of our hardest days.

I’m reminding myself this truth as it feels a little harder to breathe lately and when I’m afraid of what’s ahead-God is WITH me and he’s WITH Joe too.

And friend he’s WITH you in the dark valley you’re walking through too.

The thing with valleys is they’re always sandwiched between two hills. To get into the valley we will have to descend into it and yet to walk through it we must make the ascent on the other side.

You see, even people who live in a geographical valley have to make a climb upward to get anywhere.

And perhaps this picture is more about our climb upward than it is about walking through the dark valley.

Maybe it’s who we climb upward with…and about making it through the valley, so we can make the ascent up that will prove meaning-full.


It’s still dark outside this morning as I felt nudged to crawl out of bed on this dark and stormy morning.

But God began writing this story on my heart,

because that’s what he does.

He writes words upon us so we will speak them and revive another’s hurting soul.

Our stories are just that.

They’re our journey, our ascent upward.

They’re the stories people really want to hear but we all too often hide underneath.

People want to know we hurt like they do, they want to know we wrestle inside and that we’re scared like crazy too.

Because this is what makes us real.

It’s what authenticates our stories.

And you know what I’m finding…the more we tell our story the more it’s not as scary as before, and our pain eases some too.

Somehow in speaking our brave words God heals our brokenness.












Why Your Story Matters

It was a random day thirty-two years ago when a high school friend and I met up.
We both had went our separate ways after graduation and we’re meeting to reconnect.

I secretly wondered if she’d found her way yet, because I felt like I was doing more wandering than anything else. 
Even though I’d spent the last year serving in the inner city of Philadelphia, I felt like the more I learned about myself the more I became confused.

As we sat face to face, across a small table in our local Pizza Hut she openly and unashamedly unpacked her story for me.

We’d been good friends in High School, I really thought I knew her well.
We had hung out at each other’s houses, we shared favorite songs and even dressed alike.
We did all the things teenager girls do but sometimes even then we can bury secrets.
The part of our stories we’d both hidden in fear for being found out, even in the presence of a good friend. 

But this day was different. 

She chose to rip the covers off the part of her story she’d been burying for years and told me of how she was now living freer of all its shame. 

Something shifted inside me as she exposed her soul.
It wasn’t what I expected.

I’d been hiding my stuff for years, so far down I hadn’t even taken the time to sort through it myself.
I’d been protecting it, hiding it and armoring it up. 

But that day something within me was awoken.
Like a valiant warrior ready to meet their foe.

I too held a story within the walls of my chest.
A story that needed to be spoken.
But how?
Would I be rejected because of its shame-full tale?
Would it determine a destiny of failure for me? 

These were the nagging questions telling me to bury it deeper.

Yet as I heard my brave friend speak with such passion and life as she uncovered her wounds, I realized none of her story was ugly or repulsive. 
But rather it strangely yet powerfully drew me in…closer. 
Her story connected with something living deep inside me.

As she told her story it brought forth my story. 

I didn’t share mine that day I just sat on the edge of my seat as hers held such mystery and meaning.


Our stories are powerful like that.
They’re painfully beautiful and who we are.

And yet we can spend countless years running away from them.

I wanted to stand up that day and scream…
‘me too’. 

Because my soul felt so alive,
as if it’d been given words it was longing to speak. 

I spent the entirety of the next few months getting acquainted with my story. 
At first I saw myself through a rigid and judgmental lens. 

I think times of introspectiveness can easily become clouded by the images of comparison blocking a clear view of ourselves.

My reflection was filled with scars full of pain.
And the more I stripped away the uglier they became…. 

-I’d spent years worrying about what others thought of me.

-I mirage my pain with humor and being the center of attention for fear of rejection. 

-I often spoke my inadequacies out loud because I feared others might speak them if I didn’t and that seemed far too painful to endure. 

-I lived my life never feeling like I was enough…smart enough, tall enough, skinny enough, talented enough or good enough to ever become noteworthy.

-I deeply longed to be known and seen.


As I ran my fingers over my scars for the years to come and uncovered them one by one…I found something noteworthy…
I found that my markings beautifully told moments of authentic living.

And we all possess them.

They’re our stories.

They tell where we’ve come from and were we’re headed. 
They tell broken tales of rejection and brave moments we’ve overcome.

And although our stories describe us, they don’t define us. 

They’re powerful when shared and heal hearts when told.
They give our souls life and breadth.

So friends, 
no more hiding and covering them up. 
Our story’s are not meant to be left untold, they’re meant to be re-told
….again and again. 

Because it’s a person.
Who’s beautiful…and it’s YOU!

Our stories contain strands of God’s story and he’s given them to us to carry into our broken world.

Speaking your story inspires other human beings to tell their story and soon these brave messages of hope reach the ends of the earth like they were meant to do.

Stories do travel, they travel with us wherever we go-they go too.

I thoroughly believe in the power our stories hold…

do you?