Hey Friends!

If you’re a Christian you have probably heard about Lent, and you might have even given up chocolate or soda or cussing or something when you were younger. If you’re anything like me you probably made it three days then gave up because you honestly forgot.

But what is Lent anyway? Well I did some research this year and discovered the simple truth that I should have known a long time ago: Lent is like advent but instead of preparing for the birth of Christ, you’re preparing for the death and resurrection of Christ!

Pretty simple. Now-what to give up? And why give up anything anyway? Well.. it’s kind of like fasting. When you fast from food, you’re making room for God. You’re replacing physical substance for spiritual substance. Fasting has brought me into deeper communion with God than ever before. In fact – today, March 1, my baby girl is three months old. Last year at exactly this time I was fasting and praying that God would grant us a child either through birth or adoption. Little did I know I was actually a few days pregnant – God knew what I was going to ask and He gave before I ever prayed a word. More on that later!

Giving up something for Lent is for the distinct purpose of replacing that thing with your mind, eyes, and heart fixed on Jesus coming to Jerusalem and sacrificing himself for your sin. Giving up chocolate works only if you really want chocolate multiple times a day, deny yourself that chocolate, then replace that chocolate-eating time with Jesus-seeking time. If you’re giving it up to lose weight and calling it Lent that’s pointless, people.

I woke up this morning and it felt like SPRING and I knew I wanted to clean out some nasty places in my home.. you know, the laundry room where three half-filled IKEA bags are sprawled out all over the floor, the extra bedroom closets (why are there two?! just more places to collect junk) where extra frames for someday art projects are, and the baby closet… oh my, the baby closet.

So I did what any Millenial would do: took to the interwebs to find a CHALLENGE. Because we type-A, INTJ, 20-somethings can’t do anything without posting about it and checking off a list -amen? I came across this post on http://www.whitehouseblackshutters.com about decluttering for 40 days and a LIGHTBULB went off. I can declutter – check. AND I can use that time to meditate on scripture to prepare my heart for Easter – check. AND I can give back to my community by donating all my stuff to different ministries around here- CHECK CHECK CHECK! The trifecta of 40-day awesomeness.

So that’s what this girl is going to be up to for the next 40 days. That plus planning a Purity Retreat for youth girls, planning a 30th birthday/graduation bash for my sweet hubby, taking care of little babe, volunteering at my local crisis pregnancy center, and fixing my EYES on Jesus.


Here’s a printable with room for you to write out what areas you’re decluttering, the date, the scripture you’re meditating on (completely fine to repeat scriptures so you memorize them), and where you could donate your decluttered items in your community!

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Woke up
Dogs in lap
Short drive to work
Job I absolutely love
Bills paid
Food to eat
Chai tea latte
Man to love who loves back fiercely
Community of believing friends
Justified before God through Christ

I am so blessed. 

Writing out today’s blessings makes the sorrow a little less severe. Today I was putting away new client files at work – the very same pregnancy clinic that I came to just a few months ago pregnant for the first time, scared and excited – worried yet hopeful.

Then there it was: the file containing the only earthly documents that my body ever carried life. A thin manila folder with my name typed vertically on the edge of a blue label. I sat on the stool in front of the revolving filing cabinet reading every detail of my file – all the nurse’s notes. The wonderful, kind nurse who saw my ultrasound as inconclusive but tried to explain it away. Too early. Not the right angle. Just come back in a few weeks. I didn’t have to – I knew. Somehow I already knew.

I poured over my file, all the time knowing I should stop.. but I just couldn’t. It felt like I was on a treasure hunt that somehow ended with my baby but instead I was forced to settle for my estimated due date: March 1, 2016. The most perfect date for a baby. If I could hand pick a date that would be it. Spring. New life.

Empty womb and heavy heart, I counted backwards and realized that today I would have been halfway to meeting the child we prematurely named Andi: a name given before heartbeat heard and face seen.

Happiness is far away today – today I just wanted to be halfway to you. Each second that slips quietly by feels like a moment further from your short earthly reality, but I know that it’s also a moment closer to an eternal forever. Instead of waiting 20 more weeks to meet you, I’ll have wait a lifetime. But I’m sure of what I hope for, and I am certain of what I can’t see. I’m blessed when I look at the past, and I have hope when I look to the future, so today I’m working on counting it all joy.


I miss what could have been.

Thank God for what will be.

Electric Love

Oh, electricity. My thoughts about you are the reason for this gathering of all the strange. I shared my thoughts about you with a few friends, and because they prompted me to free you to live on the web, I shall.

I caution the reader that the deep and weird consumed here are devoured at ones own risk. I take no responsibility for any blown minds or eye rolls.

Want to know what’s weird?
We would probably all agree that man spent a long time without electricity. We’ve been on God’s Green Earth for a while now, but electricity has only become commonplace in the last hundred years or so since the dude with the hair got credited with the whole key / kite / lightning situation.

But I challenge you. Electricity was actually here all along just chilling (or buzzing? idk) in various places waiting to be discovered and harnessed and used to light up a half-the-time dark world. Electricity is inside us. Energy is created within our bodies by molecules and elements. Electrolytes in the heart cause it to beat. ITS ELECTRIC.

The electricity in us was bestowed upon us by our mothers while we were being formed in her womb. About six weeks after conception, our hearts started to beat. She may not have even been aware that she was pregnant and transferring energy at this point. When she gave birth not only did one person become two, but electricity was fully transferred into another separate being. Now, the child that she bore was not only her own flesh and blood – but her own electric 6lb 5oz buzzing ball of perfection.

This means that all the electric beings out there got their electricity from their mamas who got it from their mamas who eventually way back got it from Eve: the mother of all mankind. So where did Eve get it from? Well she was formed from a rib taken from Adam who was created out of dust and the breath of God. Breath. Huh. Electric breath? I dare say so.

When we discovered electricity, we discovered what was inside us all along. From the dawn of humanity, we have been electric. When we ponder electricity, we are lead back to the very God that put it there, breathed it into us, and gave women the great commission of propagating it. His electric breath is in me, and just like His Word, it pumps my heart and fires synapses in my brain. I am Him and He is me and we are one. I know electricity. I know myself. I know Him.

When I turn on an electric light bulb to cast out the darkness from my living room I remember that He is the light of the world that casts out all darkness [John 8:12]. He is electric and awesome, and I may never fully understand all of His deep and weird mysteries here on this Earth…

but I’m gonna try.