Celebrate the Small

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“Who dares despise the day of  S M A L L   T H I N G S …” ZECHARIAH 4:10

I’m a dreamer. I focus on the big picture and how I can get there. I’m a freedom-chaser, a world-changer, and I don’t like to slow down on my way to achieving a goal.

Small things are hard to put in my viewfinder. 

Are you the same? It is easy to celebrate big achievements and to celebrate others as we build community together, but sometimes we have to stop our running and pursuing and just celebrate now.

Celebrate the  B E I N G.

Celebrate the  I N   B E T W E E N. 

Celebrate the  W A I T I N G. 

Celebrate the  S M A L L. 

Maybe if we just slowed down enough to savor the small moments, the pockets of joy God places in our path, our vision of His love for us would grow until we saw everything as an opportunity to celebrate His goodness.

How will you celebrate those moments today?


The Work of Bloom

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B L O O M  where you’re  P L A N T E D.

Honestly, I really don’t like that quote. I’d much rather be planted somewhere else than just here—somewhere else more exciting, more filled with life and adventure.

We think of blooming as a metamorphose, something that just happens. Life will eventually even out and things will get better. But what people don’t tell you?

Blooming is  W O R K. 

It’s a choice to bloom. It doesn’t just happen. It means cultivating the soil, finding the right ratio of water and sun—

It’s creating an atmosphere where blooming is possible. 

It means discovering what you’re passionate about, taking risks, and finding what makes you thrive. It means creating community you can connect with, it means doing the things you love, and it means being grateful for this life God has given you.

It means partnering with Him to find your way to bloom. 

So  W H A T  does that look like for you, in order to  B L O O M  where you’re planted?

He Cares


“He will  C O V E R  you with His  F E A T H E R S, and under His wings you will find  R E F U G E; His faithfulness will be your  S H I E L D  and rampart.” -PSALM 91:4

These little bottles—a gift from a friend—sit on my dresser. Every day, they stand as a powerful and visual reminder:

I am seen.

I am seen by God, the same God that sees whenever a sparrow falls. I am carried in His love, hidden under His wings of faithfulness.

He holds my every tear.

He  C A R E S .

He genuinely, truly, with all His heart, cares. 

Maybe you’re in a hard season, feeling like your tears and prayers are going unnoticed.

They’re not. 

Every tear is held in His hand, right along with your heart. Every desire and prayer you’ve cried out is precious to Him.

Don’t ever doubt it—your emotions in this hard season are important to Him. 

S T A Y  within the shadow of His refuge, knowing that you are held in  L O V E.

Enter into worship, even here. Build an alter from the ashes. Bring praise from the valley to the mountaintop.

“You keep track of all my  S O R R O W S.  You have collected all my  T E A R S  in Your bottle. You have recorded each one in Your  B O O K.” -PSALM 56:8

(p.s.  T H I S  is one of my favorite worship albums right now—and if you’re in a hard season, I think it’ll be one of your favorites, too)

Cinnamon Pecan Granola


They say  G O O D   T H I N G S  stand the test of  T I M E.

So do family recipes. 

I don’t know about you, but breakfast is a hard meal for me. I don’t often have a lot of time to fix something special. While reaching for a box of cereal may be convenient, it doesn’t always fit into my lifestyle of  W E L L N E S S  and pursuing good eating habits.

Enter in mom’s  R E C I P E  book, containing a recipe printed off via email from  1 9 9 9.

I didn’t even know they had email back then. 

But my aunt was always ahead of the times, and apparently she was one of the first to jump on the email bandwagon. She actually emailed this recipe to my dad’s business account because my family didn’t have email.

Seriously, did this life really  E X I S T ?

Regardless, her easy peasy  G R A N O L A  recipe is one I go to again and again. It’s quick to make and serves several days…but this time, I  S P I C E D  it up.

My aunt’s original recipe calls for cinnamon powder, but I used  C I N N A M O N   B A R K   O I L  instead. Because it’s concentrated, a couple drops go a long way—and the health benefits are numerous. You can look it up, but particularly for my family, it helps support decreased  I N F L A M M A T I O N  and boosts  C I R C U L A T I O N, as well as supports your immune system in fighting viruses.

Hello, perfect flu-season breakfast that helps me fight the germs before I step out of my house. 


C I N N A M O N   P E C A N   G R A N O L A 

I N G R E D I E N T S 1/2 butter, 1/2 cup oil, 1 cup honey, 1/2 cup raw sugar, 4 drops Cinnamon Bark oil, dash of salt, 8 cups oats, 2/3 cups chopped pecans, 1/2 cup sunflower seeds

D I R E C T I O N S:  Using a roasting pan on the top of the stove, melt butter with the oil. Mix in the sugar and honey, stirring until dissolved. Add Cinnamon Bark oil and dash of salt, then pour in oats. Stir until well blended. Put pan in oven uncovered at 300 degrees. Remove and stir every 15 minutes, cook for a total of 30-45 minutes, depending on how crunchy you like it. After cooking, immediately pour into a baking dish to cool; add in nuts/seeds. Store in an airtight container.


Pinterest Knock-off // Autumn Brights

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Y ‘ A L L 

I have been eyeing this outfit on Pinterest for the past few months, and I just can’t get it out of my head. Maybe it’s my love for mustard yellow or how I always gravitate towards the color rust, but regardless, I keep coming back to this photo.

I N S P I R A T I O N  aside, the product prices are basically highway robbery.

I thought maybe I could find a skirt similar at a thrift store.  Yet as much as I love thrifting, I’ve done enough to know that if you want a particular item, it generally involves a long wait and much scouring of as many thrift stores as you can before you find it.

A U T U M N  ain’t got time for that, honey.

Then all of the sudden, I remembered a scrap of rust-colored corduroy that my grandma gave me several years ago. Maybe if I was careful, I could eek out enough material for a pencil skirt of my own!

Then  G O D   S H O W E D   U P.   Oh, did He ever show up. 

I found the fabric in a bin of projects waiting to be completed, but when I pulled it out I couldn’t believe it.

I was holding a finished pencil skirt.

You guys, somehow I  M A D E  a pencil skirt a few years ago . . .  of the  E X A C T   S A M E   C O L O R   as the one from Pinterest—and I had enough fabric to boot. Literally the only thing left was to sew on an optional pocket, and bam. Enter in my favorite wardrobe piece of the season.

G O D   C A R E S. 

You can call it a coincidence or a happy accident how everything fell into place, but God genuinely and deeply cares about every little desire of our heart. He cares about the things that makes us smile and He’s determined to display His extravagant love in our lives.

Apparently He cares about what I like on Pinterest too. 

“And why do you  W O R R Y  about clothes? See how the  F L O W E R S  of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you that not even  S O L O M O N  in all his splendor was  D R E S S E D  like one of these. If that is how God  C L O T H E S  the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not  M U C H   M O R E  clothe you—you of little faith?” -MATTHEW 6:28-30


Accepted and Approved

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“To the  P R A I S E  of the  G L O R Y  of His  G R A C E, by which He made us  A C C E P T E D  in the  B E L O V E D.” -Ephesians 1:6

It feels like we’re always struggling for approval. To be noticed. To be wanted. To know that we fit in and we’re needed. But here’s a secret—

Sometimes the most popular people are the ones who feel the loneliest. 

Large followings on social media doesn’t equate into friends, people you know who will be there to encourage you and pray for you, people who will reach out to give to you rather than always take. Yet, we believe the lie that the amount of “likes” we get on Instagram slides into our acceptance scale of how valued we are in the world.

You’re already accepted in Christ. 

People play with power and want to make others feel subject to their desires. They want to feel the control over how you feel and how you view your worth, but you can shout the truth in the face of lies:

No one can take away the acceptance that wasn’t theirs to give in the first place.

You’re approved.

You’re beloved. 

You are wanted by the Most High God.

Consider it sealed, signed and delivered from His heart to yours- you are accepted, and it brings Him so much glory and praise.

And no one has the right to steal His glory and praise away. 

Look loneliness, fear, and rejection in the eye and say, “Oh no. No way. Not today, not ever.”


A Beautiful Lyfe


C R E A T I V I T Y  is not a mood.  C R E A T I V I T Y  is not a gift.

It is the very N A T U R E  of God inside you.” -DAN MCCOLLAM

Go back and read that quote again.

Did you? Okay. 

When you realize that creativity isn’t just some haphazard expression but it’s the very nature of God being expressed through you, it brings your creativity to a whole new level of meaning.

It has purpose.

It has beauty.

It’s a holy experience. 

So many people brush their creativity to the side with words to diminish its worth. By denial, we speak death over our creativity instead of speaking life. We view our expressions of creativity through eyes of flesh instead of eyes of the Spirit, seeing the flaws instead of seeing God show up.

We trade the holiness of God expressed through paint and art and food for the sole strength of our pride. 

“Our weakness is a V E S S E L  for His P O W E R  and a C A N V A S  for


We don’t just minimize our creativity, but we do it with our days, too. This moves beyond simply creating art—what if we saw all of our life as a canvas? A holy canvas, where God invites us to splatter paint and colors right along with Him? What if we saw the chaos as a masterpiece in progress? Where He comes and defines our blurry lines and adds color where we didn’t know it needed to be?

This. This would be a beautiful lyfe. 

Don’t be afraid of getting messy and letting the colors fly.