What do you do

When life hands you lemons?

Well you make lemonade, of course!

I dont know why things happen the way they do sometimes.

But I do know that the Lord says, "your ways are not my ways."

I trust that in whatever circumstances that me - you - or someone you know is in

His ways and His circumstances are always better.

There always for His glory.

And your best...

...eventually.

So drink up!

Music in the South

On our date night Friday
we stopped by the
Acoustic Cafe
to hear some original music of the South.....Blues.

Its hard coming from Austin,TX to find some decent music to listen to considering there is music on every block in every restuarant. But Smiley's Acoustic Cafe helped us feel right back in Austin.

The funny, random part of the evening was that a photographer was sitting near us with his camera out snapping photos of people. He asked if he could take a picture of Jason and I.
.....here are the results.

One word

...amazing!

This was a picture taken from the ATL concert on Monday.

It was absolutely amazing to see the band of Hillsong UNITED being used as a tool to get thousands to lay down everything and freely worship our God and Creator.

I was in complete awe. Awe of what God can do in those moments. And the act of humiliation and surrender I saw as I looked across the arena. Every hand raised and expressions of needing more of what God was doing in their hearts. The concert wasn't just a concert. It became about glorigying God and worshiping with fellow believers.

It was liberating.

We were encouraged.

We felt hopeful.

And left with joy.

What a good new place to be.

Donald Duck

Otherwise known as my Brother, when I was younger.

He did the best impression of Donald Duck and it was hilarious

watching his face scrunch up and his voice change in order to perfectly fit the part.

There is nothing quite like a Brother.

Nothing quite like my Brother.

He is laughter in an akward moment.

He is silence on the other end of the phone.

He is a history book and a good cup of coffee.

He is mashed potatoes and gravy kind of comfort.

And a good tune on a long drive with a spit cup in the holder.

He is a good man and good ole boy.

He is words from the Bible when I'm unable to speak.

And a hankerchief for falling tears.

He is an elementary hand clap.

And a hand to dance with on your wedding day.

He is a father that teaches.

A husband that loves.

A son that keeps accountable.

And he is the only male friend my husband is okay with.

He is my Brother.

Road Trip to NC

 We took a trip to Asheville, NC to see

America's Largest house....Biltmore Estate. 

 It is George Vanderbilt's 250-room French château. 

So of course we had to tour the house...learn the histroy.

But this was the incredible view from the back courtyard

We took a stroll over the mountains and thru the woods to visit the winery...

And even though i felt like a tourist,

it was another fun and spontaneous day with J.

Romantic?

No, my husband is not the romantic.

 He is however thoughtful and 

I will take that any day over Romantic.  

The man hears me.

He listens - even when I think he doesn't.

And he acts!

He hears me play Hillsong everyday.

He sings along to Hillsong.

We worship together to Hillsong.

We want to BE Hillsong..(haha) 

So on this lovely-lovey-dovey holiday,

He showed HUGE amounts of love by purchasing

us tickets to hear Hillsong in Atlanta,GA.

  He won the AWE award for sure...

Awesome-Husband-Ever.



"Hope is faith holding out its hand in the dark."

Sometimes I need a reminder...