At the age of 27, I had never seen a mountain range before. I’d never seen something so massive that it made me feel so small. From the moment we landed in Anchorage, the mountains instantly took my breath away. Donald Miller writes in A Million Miles in a Thousand Years, “I wondered at all this exposition God had created, as though it were an invitation to an epic so grand it might match the scenery. The mountains themselves call us into a greater story.” I didn’t know what that meant until I arrived in Alaska. Each place we visited was more beautiful than the next. I didn’t want to stop looking out at creation in fear that I would miss something. My favorite view: when the sun beamed out through a break in the clouds and reflected so brightly off the peaks of snowy, white mountain tops you couldn’t help but smile. On our drive to the small town of Sutton, one of our home bases for the next two weeks, we were told the story of a conversation between a woman and some students on the trip the previous year. They asked her, “Does the beauty of Alaska ever get old?” Her response: “It doesn’t get old, but sometimes, I get so busy that I forget to look up.” And right then and there, we had found our trip motto. Don’t forget to look up. Keep your eyes up.Read More
I spent two days deciding how I would start this post, and I decided "thank you" was the only option. I believe every person who has ever met you would whole heartedly agree.
Of course as I sit on my couch typing this, your unsealed, unstamped Father's Day card sits on my dresser. Follow-through is not always my strong suit, a trait I certainly didn't inherit from you (or mom, to be honest). Thank goodness for the world wide web and your gracious heart. It's one of the many things I love about you. You also happen to be hilarious, generous, adventurous, selfless, and kind, always putting others before yourself. I have personal proof of the latter, with the countless drives you've made to Midway airport so I wouldn't need to wait more than 10 minutes for a ride. I've never once, in my entire existence, wondered if you'd stop walking by my side.Read More
1 The hand of the Lord was on me, and he brought me out by the Spirit of the Lord and set me in the middle of a valley; it was full of bones. 2 He led me back and forth among them, and I saw a great many bones on the floor of the valley, bones that were very dry. 3 He asked me, “Son of man, can these bones live?”
I said, “Sovereign Lord, you alone know.”
4 Then he said to me, “Prophesy to these bones and say to them, ‘Dry bones, hear the word of the Lord! 5 This is what the Sovereign Lord says to these bones: I will make breath enter you, and you will come to life. 6 I will attach tendons to you and make flesh come upon you and cover you with skin; I will put breath in you, and you will come to life. Then you will know that I am the Lord.’
7 So I prophesied as I was commanded. And as I was prophesying, there was a noise, a rattling sound, and the bones came together, bone to bone. 8 I looked, and tendons and flesh appeared on them and skin covered them, but there was no breath in them.”Read More
Elliott says that being a leader in Nashville’s trendy 12 South neighborhood is both exciting and terrifying. “In a town of all the artists and creativity, it’s the beauty and the curse of my role because this town chases what’s new, it chases what’s sexy and fun and creative and different, and I love that. There’s some of that where I can play into that and say, ‘that’s me, too,’ but at the same time, there’s a treadmill of always having to be relevant and always having to be in front of people and be somebody…but, Jesus doesn’t need to do that. So, I love that about this city and it’s really exhausting at the same time.”Read More
Monday walks with Madison!Read More
March 28th, 10:46pm Pacific Standard Time
It's late here in California and even later back home. I'll go to bed tonight to the muted crashing of waves and the dim light of the moon on our bedroom window, but not just yet. Right now I'd rather write.
I left for California yesterday for the week, to enjoy a favorite place with a close friend from college. I didn't sleep well on Monday night in anticipation of my early Tuesday morning flight to Los Angeles. I landed at LAX around 10am yesterday before Courtney, who was en route from Denver, and I made the drive to Santa Barbara. We're staking ground here for a couple of days before heading down to Costa Mesa. I know perfection doesn't exist on this earth, but I think the coast of California has to come pretty close.Read More
Gallery of photos from our trip to Orange County, CA!Read More