In the hills of Georgia.

           I spent the last week in the most beautiful of places. 

           I spent the last week in a place where young people are able to come and meet the risen Christ. It's a place run by people who know how to love, serve, and to sacrifice far better than I. A place where the girl brushing her teeth next to me knows so well how to just love souls and where college students spend weeks upon weeks showing Christ to hungry teens - college kids willing to give up summers of paid jobs, nights out with friends, sleeping in, and so much more, so that even one teen could come to know the Jesus they know and love the Jesus they love. I spent the week around families who live in this place - families who have dedicated their lives so that young people would come to know Truth - families who truly do live simply so that the thousands of teens who come through their home may simply live. In just six days, these people showed me a beautiful kind of selflessness that can't be found many places in this world. 

            I spent my last week in a place where camp activities aren't just camp activities, but an opportunity to grow - to grow in trust, to conquer fears, to build bridges, to build friendships, and to experience God. It's a place where teens are able, in the sight of their peers, to admit their wrongs and without shame receive the mercy of God. A place where people affirm one another, show compassion to one another, love one another, and lift each other up. It's a place where teens are free - free to be young people - free from expectations and pressures and free to just. be. 

             I spent the last week in a place where Christ breaks heavy chains and calms fears and instills joy. A place where young people can see God in the service offered to them and in the love freely given to them, and where a campfire can create a space for them to step out in courage and testify to their life in Christ. 

           There is glory all around there - in that kitchen and on the field and in the woods and in the bunkhouses and on the roads and in that glorious white chapel.

           It was in this chapel where the nightly song of those college students rose to the sky and pulled me right into heaven for a moment - a song of tired and passionate souls who want Jesus and who teach me how to sacrifice. 

          That beautiful little chapel is the center of a stunning and holy place that holds the stories of thousands of hearts mended, put back together to overflowing with His joy, His grace, His glory. 

          Thanking God today for placing a small camp in Georgia where He planned for so many souls to come alive. 

Photo by my friend Rhett Pringle, Life Teen. 

Jesus Needs the Women.

            It was quite the Holy Thursday Mass for all the women. 

           In his homily, the passionate priest spoke of us... how we, all women, were never allowed to have our feet washed during the Holy Thursday service until recently. Pope Francis made headlines last year with his unprecedented break from tradition; he included two women in his foot-washing service. 

            For many years, it has been the men who get washed symbolically at this Mass, who Jesus ties a towel around His waist for, who Jesus fills up the wash basin for. It was just the men who get sent out on that altar for all to see, sent out to be disciples with the command..."Go out and do to others just what I have done for you..."

            Monsignor continued on to tell of how he visited Washington, D.C., recently and got to see the historical documents of America and how he still just cannot wrap his mind around Thomas Jefferson's words...   "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal..."

             "What were you thinking?!" the priest shouted as though Jefferson was standing right there in the room. "Not including the women?! We need the women..."

             "So," he continued, "I will be putting out 12 chairs in a moment - whoever wants to come up to have their feet washed may do so - perhaps it should only be women so you all know deeply that we need you..."

            Yes. The world needs the women and Jesus needs the women. 

            Jesus doesn't need the women like the women need Jesus. Jesus needs the women, sent out and courageous, to be His hands and His feet in the world. 

            Jesus needs the daughters and the mothers and the sisters and the wives. He needs their selflessness to break through all the selfishness of this world and their glorious light to break through the dark that covers us all. He needs the woman trying to keep her family together and the woman in her suit running executive meetings and the woman alone with nothing left to give. He needs the St. Joan of Arcs, the women out brave in the world fighting the good fight and he needs the St. Thereses, the women who stay in and pray us all to Heaven. He needs the scarred and the bruised and broken women...the ones mercilessly broken by the world, broken by men, broken by each other. He needs the ones who give until they can't give anymore...to their children, to their friends, to their co-workers, to their community....the women who give and just keep on giving. He needs the joyful teenage girls who plan their youth nights and the old women hanging onto those rosary beads and he even needs the little girls. 

            He needs the two tiny little girls who excitedly ran up to have their feet washed on this blessed Holy Thursday. 

            He sends these ones out to wash feet as He does for them...little girls in this world growing up reflecting His love and His grace to everyone they encounter. 

            And after Mass, the priest processes with the Eucharist to the tabernacle for people to adore. After only 30 minutes, there are twelve of us left in the church.

            Twelve women, twelve disciples of a holy Savior in this world, feet and hearts washed clean by Christ as He speaks into our lives...

            ....Wash one another's feet...I have set an example, so that you will go out to do what I have done for you....

            And as women, we continue to serve and to give and to wash and keep washing...

            Because we know, and all we desire is to give the world the glory and grace and mercy He has given us in the majesty of this Resurrection...

And flowers in your hair...

     I go to the gym most evenings and usually it's pretty busy. The picture is usually the same…women talking and laughing, big men lifting weights way too heavy for their own good, and little kids running around. The picture was exactly this way yesterday, but as I was running on my treadmill and looked ahead of me, I was struck by something. 

    The woman running on the one in front of me was dressed in head-to-toe black Adidas workout gear. She looked sporty as could be and was working hard, but I was amazed the moment I noticed that in her dark, pinned back hair she had a perfect and real white rose. A single white rose in the middle of all this commotion at the gym. 

    I was totally struck by this flower. 

    There's something about women and flowers, and there's something about how we feel with flowers in our hair. It is one of the oldest and most natural adornments for women. I was moved to awe in this moment because I was reminded of how much we as women, in everything we do in our lives, desire to feel beautiful. We desire pretty things. Even if it means wearing a rose while we are running…we. desire. beauty. 

    We look to feel pretty in so many different ways…in the clothes we buy, the make-up we use, in the way our bodies look. We often look to feel beautiful by other people - through what others say, through the opinions others hold of us. 

    But how often do we put on Christ - adorn ourselves with the love of God - to feel beautiful? How often do I look to Christ to tell me of my beauty instead of looking to the world to tell me of it? 

    Roses remind me of Mary - Mary reminds me of Christ. I'm sure this wasn't her intention at all - I don't know how this woman feels about herself or the reason for the rose - she probably just wanted a rose in her hair, but in that moment I saw a symbol of how I must continue to put on Christ to make me feel beautiful. I must live in the light of Christ and pour that beauty out into the world, remembering that Christ made me perfect in his image (Genesis 1), and that nothing will ever change this magnificent truth that stuns me over and over again.  

    I am grateful for every reminder God gives me to seek beauty in all that is genuine, remembering that it is this that can make us feel special and lovely. It's not the make-up or the outfit or the body - it's Christ. It's the authentic and the genuine and the real - the real love of Christ - the Christ that accepts in all our brokenness and messiness and loves every last bone in our body. 

    As you seek beauty in yourself and in the world today, adorn yourself with the words of Christ, "You are altogether, beautiful, my love; there is no flaw in you." (Song of Solomon 4:7)

    "Get over your hill and see what you find there, 

              With grace in your heart and flowers in your hair." 

                    - After the Storm, Mumford and Sons

Oceans Take Away Show

Hello friends and family! In the spirit of joy in the Christmas season, here is a takeaway show of "Oceans," which was filmed in Atlanta, Georgia. Many thanks to my dear friend David Leininger for all his work on the video for us. Enjoy, and feel free to share it! 

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On the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show.

"Time to starve because VS Fashion Show is the 10th!"

"Nothing can make me feel so inferior as a woman than looking at pictures of VS Angels."

"Like I don't even feel upset that I don't look like a VS Model, I feel suicidal."

"RIP self esteem." 

           I've been thinking about writing a piece about the Victoria's Secret fashion show for a while now as it will be airing next Tuesday, December 10th. To commence the research for this, I took to Twitter to read what girls say about it. All of the above is what I found as well as lots, lots more. 

So where do I begin?

           The feelings of insufficiency this show cultivates in young women crushes me deeply every. single. year. 

           If you are unaware, this show is a major event among girls all over the world. Girls throw parties to watch together and social media blows up over the event. Girls claim it makes them feel "girly" and love to get in the spirit of the show. But this show is not exactly known for the product it is "selling" - it is known for something very different - its effect on the self-esteem of young women everywhere.

           As is apparent in the tweets above and the hundreds of others that are posted on the evening of the show, this show has a horrific effect on the self-image of young women. The "angels" in the show are beautiful yet very thin supermodels who, by society's standards, have achieved perfection of their bodies. They have long limbs, gorgeous faces, and stunning smiles. These models are said to spend hours working out, intensely watching their diet to prepare for the show. In a UK Telegraph article about Angel Adriana Lima, she states that for nine days before the show, she doesn't eat any solid food. She works out twice a day and drinks a gallon of water. This is not a normal lifestyle for anyone who holds a normal job, goes to school, has a family, etc. Yet to girls who see these angels, it's real. It is attainable and they haven't attained it. This cultivates and magnifies the lie many girls just cannot shake... "I am not enough." The perpetuation of this lie that takes place in many girls because of the fashion show is tremendously sad and very unhealthy. The amount of self-criticism that grows from this can be damaging in many different ways. 

           While I am crushed by the show, I am also always angry about it, too. There is ceaseless talk about women's empowerment in our culture yet the media continues to glorify the treatment of women as sex objects. This focus has led to so many immense struggles for women - too many to name them all - and it has become so commonplace that we hardly notice it anymore. There is unrelenting noise about empowerment, but there are so few women leaders standing up for the everyday women and teen girls who are hurting, lost, and affected terribly by the media. We need more powerful women who stand up and talk honestly and openly about what true beauty is and why it is important to focus on it. We need more women who, in whatever walk of life they live, truly empower women by helping them believe in beauty - the true definition of it.

           With all that said, my advice to women everywhere....don't watch the show. Love yourself enough to know that you are not the sum of what you look like. Spend time focusing on loving you for you, not trying to be another girl. You have a soul, you have dreams, and you have so much to offer the world - I truly don't believe this show helps any woman remember that or know that more deeply in her spirit. Even if you consider yourself to be a woman who is unaffected by these images and confident in your looks and body, watching it at all supports the culture of sex and selling women. There is no way around that. We, as women, need to take a stand against it - to let the world know that it is not okay to treat women this way.

           I also have a plea for men...please don't watch the show. It is apparent that you aren't watching to see the new products, and whether we as humans realize it or not, watching something like that normalizes those images in our head - and most girls don't look like that. The way this show presents women as sex objects further cultivates that lie in the minds of men - that women can and should be looked at as things, not people. This lie strongly affects the way you see women which has the power to ruin your relationships, influence the way the women around you see themselves, and perpetuates our sad, pathetic pornographic culture that is completely destroying our world. When I asked my boyfriend his thoughts for men regarding the show, he told me that to men it's obviously all about the women and not about the "clothing," making it a lust show rather than a fashion show. I could not agree more. What we truly need is more men in the world who look at women for their true beauty rather than lusting after them. We desperately need men like that. In my ministry I have talked to enough young men to know that the struggle you face if you are trying to be a man of integrity in this world is often so intense it cannot even be put into words. As a woman, I know I cannot understand that struggle of constant bombardment of pornography and incessant presentation of women as sex objects when trying to stay away from that. I may not understand but I have met enough good, strong, amazing men to know that it is possible to be a man who honors women in this culture. It is possible and you are accountable for being a man who lives virtue, who seeks to encourage, respect, and uplift women in everything you do. 

           In closing, when it comes to self-esteem and body image, I always encourage the young women I meet to live a healthy lifestyle. Balance is important. Balance is wonderful. Be active, go on hikes, find what you love that keeps you healthy and strong. If that's surfing, great. If that's boxing, great. But go out to eat your favorite awesome burger and fries every once in a while. Eat some peppermint bark and have fun. Be good to your body and focus on being healthy and strong rather than being perfect.

           Most importantly, just shine on. Shine on like the glorious girls you are, perfect the way God made you no matter what you look like. Know that you are joyful and radiant. Believe in yourselves and your power to affect change in this world. As I have told you before -  believe in the grace that you were created for a divine and altogether stunning purpose. Know that you are enough - more than enough - exactly as you are in this moment - living, moving, and breathing in the hands of a good, good God. And never forget to keep your hearts up. 

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The Difficulty of Making Good Decisions.

       As a young person in this world today, making good decisions can be extremely difficult.

       When you're in high school or college and trying to choose good for yourself, the weekend can be an especially tough time. 

        Scratch that, the weekend can be an impossible time. It certainly was for me for a time in my life. 

        Friday can be a day where you have to say no to party invitations or invitations to hang out at all. It can be a day when you wonder what you'll do all weekend and when you can anticipate the photos that will show up on your Instagram feed of plenty of people you know having plenty of "fun." It may be a day when you battle with your own self from the morning to the night as to whether or not you'll stick to your promise to yourself (and possibly others) to make good choices. Friday can be a tough day. So can Saturday. And even Sunday, too. 

        Many people who have heard me speak have heard me witness to my testimony of trying to make good decisions in high school and college. In high school I had an easier time finding friends that supported my positive decisions than I did in college. College was nearly impossible. I didn't want to go to parties or hang out with people who drank or did drugs. I didn't want to find guys to hook up with and I certainly wanted to remember everything I did over the weekend when I went back to school on Monday. Needless to say, not many people at Arizona State wanted the same thing. 

       I went through a tough period of false friendships and betrayal during the fall of my freshman year. Left without friends, I looked far and wide for people who wanted the same things I did, and I just couldn't seem to find any. After a while, it got tiring to keep looking. I felt so foolish on some days for going against what everyone else did and constantly tried to maintain a level head on what I knew I wanted for myself. So I spent a lot of weekends alone and eventually I came to hate the weekend. During the week I had classes to attend and work to be doing, but when the weekend rolled around I had nothing to do when everybody else seemed to be having so much fun. I counted down the minutes until I could go to bed on Sunday, thankful that Monday had come once again. That was a very difficult time in my life.

       After months of this, being the good God that He is, God led me to go to Mass at the Newman Center one night where I heard about some college nights I could get involved in. That was such a huge blessing in my life. I started attending regularly and through that, I met some great girls who had a women's night going and other great friends who planned fun things to do on the weekends. After a long time of searching, I had finally found some people with the same values and desire for good that I had. They were at church. Of course they were at church. 

        Indeed, making good decisions can seemingly be awful in the moment, the day, the month, or the season of your life. It can make you feel left out, lonely, foolish, and torn. But when I remember why I make the decisions I do, I am always happy to feel left out, foolish, and lonely to maintain my dignity, my health, my safety, and my well-being. These things are important to me,  and consistently going against the flow to hold onto them is the most worthwhile endeavor I've taken on in my life so far.

        If you're a young person like me and you find the weekends impossible sometimes, I felt compelled to write to you today to tell you that you're not alone. I want you to know that it is possible to find people who choose good for themselves, it is possible to go against the flow, and it is possible to have fun in many ways other than what our society tells us. Keep your head and your heart up - you and I are in this together.

What My Momma Taught Me.

              I'm grateful for my momma. 

              I'm grateful to my momma for so many things...for kisses and diaper changes when I was tiny, for holding me and loving me and rocking me to sleep on so many nights even though I don't remember them. I'm grateful for the hundreds of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches when I was in school, for picking me up from school with a smile and a big hug every day, and for her help with impossible math problems. I'm grateful for her advice and I'm grateful for her love as I've grown up and navigated becoming an adult. I'm grateful that she's supported me in all I've wanted to do as it changes and grows by the day.

             But most of all? Most of all these days, I'm grateful for one thing. 

             I'm grateful that my momma never spoke a negative word about herself in my presence one day in my life. 

             I am one of three girls, and a question that is often asked of us is, "How did you all turn out to be such confident women?" There are many factors that lend to the full and complete answer to this question - the incessant love of our earthly father being a very, very important one - but lately I've been reflecting on my aforementioned gratitude. 

              There's something about a mother's connection with her daughter. It is a very special thing, and, as much as we do or don't want to...we become our mothers. We hear it all the time..."Oh my gosh, I'm becoming my mother." We do. We grow up watching our moms - the way they act, the way they talk, who they associate with. We watch how they run their household, what they cook, who they are. We watch how they treat their husbands or, if they are a single mom, how valiantly they carry the family alone on their back. Most importantly, we learn to look at ourselves the way we see our mothers look at themselves. 

              I've heard many mothers complain about their dissatisfaction with themselves in front of their children. I've heard mothers say they hate their nose or that they need to lose weight or that they wish something else they didn't like about themselves was just plain better or more beautiful. I've heard mothers say a lot of sad things about themselves that have broken my heart as I've watched young wide-eyed daughters listen to this negative self-talk from the woman they adore most. 

             And in all my life I have never heard my momma say one of these things. For all I know she thinks she has the best nose God ever invented. For all I know she has always been happy with her body even though she has carried 4 children with it. And I love it that way because of what this has taught me. 

             Because my mother did not speak poorly of herself in front of her children, I learned to not speak poorly of myself in front of others. Because she didn't speak poorly of herself I assumed that she loved herself just as she is - and I learned to try with all my heart to love myself just as I am. Maybe she didn't realize what she was doing. Perhaps she didn't realize that in loving herself or by remaining silent on the days she really didn't, that she was engraining a sense of invaluable confidence in me.

              I will be forever grateful for this. God willing, when I have my own children, I will do just the same...love myself just the way I am to teach my children to love themselves just the way they are.   

             And so, to my momma...thank you for loving yourself and for remaining silent in front of your daughters on the not-feeling-so-pretty days, for never putting yourself down but only building us up, and for teaching us to be who we are and love who we are. Thank you.

If All the World Was My Zumba Class...

             I walk into my Zumba class packed with women a few times a week when I'm not on the road. Dozens of women, of all different shapes, sizes, ethnicity, hair color, and ages get together to dance as exercise. Novel idea, right? Dancing for exercise. It makes you forget that you're actually doing some pretty good cardio. 

            But I continue to go to this class because a lot more than exercise happens in that wooden-floored room covered in floor-to-ceiling mirrors. The room becomes a celebration. 

            That room becomes a place where women are free to be themselves. It becomes a place where no woman can stop smiling bright, no woman can stop cheering, and no woman can stop celebrating life- the fact that she can dance and move and be her- just unashamedly her. It becomes a place where women don't worry about their weight but they focus on their health. There aren't pictures of Victoria's Secret models on the walls, no Instagram feed of girls lifting their shirt to show us their perfect tummy, no magazines filled with absurd diet plans that make us feel bad. We. Are. Free.  

            There's no judgment of what another looks like - only community and celebration of each other. The teacher puts a random class-goer to the front to teach the dance, and the other women cheer like she was just elected President. We don't worry about what she looks like compared to us or how her clothes compare to ours or pick out everything she can do so much better than us. We celebrate her - and in doing so, we celebrate ourselves. Ourselves as women...happy, healthy, strong, and supportive. 

             I'd imagine that if the world was like this Zumba class the world would be a happier place. Women spend so much more time tearing each other down than building each other up. We spend so much time worrying about our weight rather than our health. We spend so much time comparing ourselves to other women. We spend so much time being hard on ourselves rather than celebrating ourselves. 

             It's time we let that go. 

             Today, in that moment when you feel less-than, far from perfect, torn down, too big, too small, whatever it is...imagine yourself in the class I've pictured here. Imagine yourself dancing with wild abandon, free to love yourself and be yourself, absolutely perfect the way God made you. Then smile, don't stop smiling, and just keep going.  

All I Can Hear Is Their Song

"I look around the room at all the women, scarred and banged up and brave and still standing, and all I can hear is their song." - Ann Voskamp

          I gotta admit, sometimes I get discouraged.

          I get discouraged because what I want for the young women in this world is everything the world doesn't want for them. I get discouraged because there are so few good examples of young women in the "spotlight" of our society for them to look up to. I get discouraged because so many young women go to sleep at night hating themselves...with cuts on their arms and starving stomachs and an ache in their heart, just because they feel so incredibly unloved. I get discouraged because I can only help them one at a time, when I wish I could get every young woman in the world in the same room at once and just pour out love on them and listen and just tell them of their worth and their beauty...something many of them have never even heard about. I get discouraged because so many girls get used and then use in return because they truly begin to believe that's how the vicious cycle works. I get discouraged because society tells women everywhere that their wedding day is just another day for a big party, not a day to dress dazzling white and walk toward a groom you have waited and protected your heart for. 

            There are many days when I get so discouraged and so defeated and so disheartened...and then I realize...this is exactly where the enemy wants me. Defeated, broken down, and weak. 

 "The brilliant don't deny the dark but they are the ones who always seek the light in everything." - Ann Voskamp

           I know this battle is far from over. But I know the fight is worth it if one more girl believes in herself because of the way Christ was somehow able to use a broken soul like me in her life. I know that I can't stop fighting until there are no more girls cutting, starving, burning, and hurting themselves in any way; until there are no more girls sleeping around because they want to feel loved so desperately, and until there are no more girls who think they need to fill up on everything of this world to feel joyful, wanted, accepted. I know there is no better time than now to turn up the volume on what I believe, what I know, and what I know I need to share. 

           I desperately want the women of this world to feel wanted. I want the women of this world to feel beautiful. I want them to be joyful and radiant. I want them to believe in themselves - to believe in the grace that they were created for a divine and altogether stunning purpose. I want the women of this world to know that they are enough - more than enough - exactly as they are in this moment - living, moving, and breathing in the hands of a good, good God. 

          I will never give up on this, I will never be quiet, I will not back down. There's work to be done, and there is no time to lose. 

           I will fight on for girls everywhere, remembering that the work I do is worthwhile, and that even amidst discouragement - all things are possible for Christ. All things are possible for a God who came and died so that we might have life, and have it abundantly. 

          More to come on this...excited to share a new movement with you all... 

"Ours is the God who sees, and for the women forgotten and for the women unwanted and the women left behind, there is water in the wilderness and He is our well and all is well." -Ann Voskamp

Mrs. Nick

As many of you know, while I was leading worship and speaking at LTLC this summer, a beautiful friend of mine passed away. Her name was Mrs. Nick, and she was not just a beautiful friend but a wonderful mentor and close confidante, a seeking soul with a heart on fire for Christ and the Catholic Church.

I met Mrs. Nick while in high school but didn't have a close relationship with her. One day, while in the weird phase of my life when I was waiting tables at CPK, looking for a job in journalism, and trying to be involved in ministry with teen girls at the same time, Mrs. Nick called me on the phone. She left me a message saying she had a proposal for me, that she didn't know where I was in my life, but that she needed to talk to me. Confused and a little thrown off due to never having been close to her, I called her back to see what she would say. She told me that she was creating an assistant campus minister position at the school, and that she had pored over many, many yearbooks to find the person she'd ask to apply for the job. She told me when she found me in the yearbook she knew I was the perfect person for the job and wanted me to apply. She knew God pointed her right to me, and I knew it too. A full-time position in direct relational ministry with teen girls? What more could I have dreamed of? I remember the first day sitting with her in her office, while she shared her heart for ministry with girls - why she did it, why she did it for so many years, and why God told her I'd be great at it, too. I applied for the job and was accepted and began my work at the school with her and with all the girls. 

During the year that I worked with Mrs. Nick, I learned more about ministry than I ever could have dreamed about learning. She taught me how to plan and execute a retreat, how to put on a Mass for 500 people, how to properly wash dishes for Mass, how to choose liturgically appropriate readings, and so many other fundamentals to being a successful minister. I so enjoyed learning all those things and more from her. 

Most importantly, though, Mrs. Nick taught me how to give. She taught me how to give and give, and just when you feel like you can't give anymore, to keep giving. She taught me that there are some days when you need to just sit in a rocking chair and rock for hours, just because. She taught me about synchronicities and snowflakes and how to best soak in the beauty of God in nature. She taught me how to write through her writing and her poetry, she taught me how to deliver an important message through words. She taught me presence and she taught me prayer. She expanded my love for the beauty of the Catholic Church. She taught me how to listen and how to just bask in the little things - warm toast, a smile from a friend, pretty fog in the morning. Mrs. Nick taught me how to love life. She taught me that a red jacket can change everything and that God doesn't make mistakes; that I am a thought of God and that if God stopped thinking of me, I would cease to exist. She taught me that you gotta just enjoy chicken pot pies on a cold day and scream with laughter when you want to scream with laughter. She taught me that there is nothing more important than making the girl standing in front of you feel like she is the most important person in the world. She taught me to love Frank Sinatra and country music; I can't listen to "Free and Easy Down the Road I Go" without a big smile, thinking about how much she fell in love with the spirit of country music in the last years of her life. She taught me to treat every day like a special day; to go all out in the everyday because we don't have all the time in the world to wait for the designated "special" days. Mrs. Nick taught me how to go above and beyond- how to put in that extra effort to make a person feel wonderful, how to make a feast day something the girls would remember, how spending 2 hours making button eggs is worth it so the girls will remember the point you are trying to make about life. She taught me that one tiny hazelnut can change the way you see God's love for you. She taught me that writing letters of love is often the best thing you can do for a person. She taught me that we were each created to live a word - and that we live that word out by everything we do in our lives.  

And when the going got rough, Mrs. Nick taught me how to fight on. She taught me that God has a plan and that we are in it and that even with cancer taking all the joy in the world right out from under us, Christ still loves us and holds us close to his beating heart. When Mrs. Nick got sick, I didn't know how I would get through the year by myself; her desk was 10 feet from mine, a reminder of a suffering friend who wanted nothing more than to be with her girls, sharing Jesus. So I fought on - for her, for us, for Jesus. I choked back tears as I read her talks on retreats, I thought of her as I led the girls in her favorite songs, I thought of the glorious little things every time there was joyful laughter and the sweet smell of toast in our office. I soaked in every conversation we had over the phone, with her always asking me how I was doing it all while I myself wondered how I was doing it all. The girls needed love and the girls needed to have their self-worth uplifted in them and there was no way we were giving up. And as I poured everything I had into the girls, they poured love into me...with great conversations and good hugs, lots of smiles and laughter, flowers and unexpected Starbucks on my desk, and so much more. They fought on with me through a difficult time for all of us. And as Mrs. Nick taught us all, that's what you do in life...you keep your heart up and you fight on. You fight on in the joy and the pain, in the excruciating suffering as well as the laughter, in the great days and the downright awful days. You don't give up, you don't ever give up, because there are souls to be saved and a kingdom to be built here on this Earth. Giving up preaching the Good News is not an option. 

On the last day of the last kairos of the year, I played the grand piano at the retreat center as the girls gathered around, made a huge circle with arms tight around each other, and sang "Desert Song" and "How He Loves" with me. It was one of those moments you wish would last forever. I relayed this story to mrs. Nick later on as she absolutely loved when I would lead the girls in worship. I told her I felt like I was in heaven, and her response to me was, "Dear...you WERE in heaven." Mrs. Nick knew me. She knew what made my soul sing loud and what brought me the greatest joy. She knew what I was good at and what I was downright terrible at and just always saw right into my soul. I'm grateful to have someone come through my life who knew me so well and loved me so much. 

Mrs. Nick was a woman who dedicated 20 years of her life to making sure that every year, a few hundred girls at a tiny school in California heard the Good News that Jesus loves them endlessly and relentlessly. What better work is there? To love, to give, to sacrifice with all that you have, all that you are, and all that you have been created to be. 

Thank you Mrs. Nick, for teaching hundreds of us how to do just that, and do it with a joyful heart. I miss you tremendously; pray for us, pray for me as I carry on your work, and keep dancing with reckless abandon with the saints and angels.

I love you and I thank you, today, tomorrow, and forever. 

Europe!

Hi friends!

 I'm back from a trip to Europe and I wanted to share a little bit about it with you all before I leave to lead worship all over the place this summer! This trip was one of the most joyful, miraculous, and blessed experiences of my life. While I was there, I was in Holland and Paris, France. Paris was breathtaking. All the scenery can just leave you standing in awe, and every church there will just knock you over with its beauty. I got to sit front row for vespers and Mass at Notre Dame, which just left me speechless at the beauty of Catholicism and the universality of our faith. I tried to follow along in the Mass in French and tried to sing the French hymns during vespers, which was a bit of a challenge but beautiful nonetheless. On the last night in Paris, we stayed at the Sacre Coeur basilica which was easily the coolest thing I've ever done. They have Mass at 10 PM, and after Mass only the people staying the night at the basilica are allowed to stay in adoration. There were about 5 of us left, sitting in adoration by the light of the monstrance and the glow of the votive candles around the basilica. I truly felt like I touched heaven during that hour of adoration. There are really so few words that would do justice to the experience. 

Other than that, I spent a lot of time relaxing, laughing, dancing, and having fun with some of my favorite people. I biked around Holland and visited my favorite cities and landmarks. I got a private tour of my favorite church which was truly glorious. The beauty of being in Europe brings me joy beyond measure and I cannot wait to go back. 

At the present moment, I'm packing up to head out to Steubenville Florida in the morning. I'll be going from Steubenville to Kansas for LTLC, then headed to Georgia for a week of Life Teen Camp! It's going to be a packed summer and I cannot wait for the worship, for the prayer, for the great conversations and laughter and just soaking in God in all His goodness. 

Blowing dandelions on bridges in front of castles in Holland. 

Welcome to my blog!

Hello! Thanks for stopping by my blog. ​I'll be traveling a lot this summer and am really looking forward to updating you all here! I'm excited for what God has in store and I am thrilled to think about all the great people I'll be meeting at conferences, from the teens to the awesome people who pick me up at the airport and let me stay in their homes. I'll be posting about all those things here so check back if you'd like to stay updated during my crazy summer of 2013!