Monday, August 19, 2013

Live Out Loud - LIVE!!

Last night was AMAZING!!
Steven Curtis Chapman had a concert in Medford! Steven Curtis Chapman (as you probably figured out by now) is my favorite music artist, and has been for years. He was one of the artists that I grew up listening to. The lyrics in his songs are so true and deep; not many artists are like that. His music is one of the things that has helped me get through the last year and a half.
I was absolutely thrilled to hear that he was coming to Oregon (is it just me, or do famous people almost never come here? ;P). For the past two months, I have been bursting at the seams with excitement.
As already stated, the concert was amazing. We were in the sixth row, just slightly off center, so we had an excellent view. Steven Curtis Chapman's two sons, Caleb and Will Franklin, made up a part of the band, so getting to see them was neat. :)
I don’t know if I could say that any one song was my favorite. They were all pretty equally awesome. :) Long Way Home was wonderful, and I loved I Will Be HereDive and Do Everything pulsed with energy. He also sang Cinderella, one of his most popular songs. Hearing him sing it live... was amazing. He sang it with such passion and feeling. And the version he sang had a different ending (the alternate ending version is featured on his album, Deep Roots. You can listen to it here). And I also really liked Heaven In The Real World.
         Okay, I loved them all! Told you they were all good. ;P
        And now for some photos...

Steven Curtis Chapman!!
Father & son (Caleb and Steven Chapman)

Caleb Chapman singing "Glorious"

And of course I got a souvenir. :) My parents bought me this super cool SCC shirt.

Singing, worshiping, crying – seeing my favorite singer live. Spending an evening with my parents. Feeling very blessed. That about sums up my night. :)
        The only other thing I have to say is....
Lalalala live out loud! 


Sunday, August 11, 2013


A handful of things that have blessed me recently...

-New boots! My parents bought me an awesome pair of cowboy boots that I love. :)
-The surprise baby shower that Tianna and I pulled off for my mom. ;)
-I am so thankful for friendship. In the past year, I have had the opportunity to reconnect with several friends that I hadn’t seen in years. It has been such a blessing to get to know them again.
-The smell of summer rain.
-Singing in the middle of the night with my friend.
-My brother and his amazing wife, who have now been married for one year. <3
-Good movies! We have watched several good movies lately, my favorite of which was Unconditional, starring Lynn Collins and Michael Ealy.
-Holding an umbrella so my mom could barbeque in the rain.
-Eating chocolate chip brownies.
-In’N’Out Burger. Sooo yummy!!
-My sweet little Knight.
-Being able to worship God and read the Bible without fear.
-My awesome church. :)
-Knowing you are loved. <3
-My wonderful blog readers!! :D You guys are awesome.


Saturday, August 10, 2013

Surprise Shower! :)

         Tianna and I threw a surprise baby shower for Mom yesterday. It was so much fun! I've never had the chance to throw a surprise party for someone. And yes, she was totally surprised.
         I am so thankful for my mom, and for the little baby that God has placed inside her. She is amazing, and I am so glad that we were able to bless her in this way.
        And now I you to look at the pictures. ;) Because they are pretty cool.


Thursday, August 8, 2013

The Singer

          The following verses are from Calvin Miller's book, The Singer. The book is a poem about how Christ came to earth and saved us from our sin. I hope that this little portion blesses you. :)

His seeming madness made the
Music play a hundred times
more loudly than before.

It lured him from his highland

He left the mallet broken on
The vise and walked away

Never had he been the way he
Walked, and yet his feet knew
Every step. He could not cease
to marvel how they moved his
body forward through the
mist of circumstances which he
vaguely knew by name.

His naked feet intrigued him,
For they moved with purpose
Which his mind had not yet
Measured. Besides they each
One wore a curious scar of some
Wound as yet unopened; yet they
Had been there long before his
Birthday. What twist of meaning
Had Earthmaker given him, to
Scar his feet before he ever

From the hills, he walked ever
Downward to the valley miles

Down, down, down – until the
Vegetation thickened into
Shrubs, and the desert gave
way to river jungles.

And there where water lapped
At his fatigue, he heard a
Singer, singing his compelling
carols to the empty air.

The tradesman knew that it was just
An earth song, for it was
Different from the Star-Song
Which begged him to be its singer –
Yet somehow like it.

The River Singer finished and
They walked into the trees.

“Are you the Troubadour, who
Knows the Ancient Star-Song?”
The tradesman softly asked.

“No, you are the Great Troubadour
For whom the songless world,
So long has waited,” the
River Singer said. “Sing, for many
Years now, I have hungered
To hear the Ancient Star-Song…”

“I am a tradesman only…”

Then the River Singer waded out
Into the water and beckoned
With his hand. Slowly
The tradesman followed.

They stopped waist-deep in
Water. Their eyes swam and
They waited for the music
To begin.

It did.

The tradesman knew the River
Singer heard it too.

The water swirled around them
And the music surged.

Every chord seemed to fuse the
World in oneness.

They stood until the surging
Current buried them in song.
It then receded and the music
Died away.

And the river was once more a simple river.

Then over that thin silver
Stream the thunder pealed, and
A voice called from the sky

“Tradesman! You are
The Troubadour! Go
Now and sing!”

He was not alone when he awoke.

The ancient World Hater had
Come upon his resting place
And not by chance.

The Hater leered at him with
One defiant, impish grin.

“Hello Singer!”

“Hello, World Hater.” The
Troubadour responded.

“You know my name, old friend
Of man?”

“As you know mine, old enemy of

“What brings you to the desert?”

“The Giver of the Song!”

“And does he let you sing it
Only in these isolated spots?”

“I only practice here to sing it
In the crowded ways!”

It was hard to sing before the
World Hate, for he ground each
Joyous stanza underneath his heel.

The music only seemed to make
the venom in his hate more
bitter than before.

The Hater drew a silver flute
From underneath his studded
belt. He placed it to his
Leathered lips drawn tight to
Play a melody.

The song surprisingly was
sweet. It filled the canyon
with an airy-tine and hung its
lingering reverberations mysteriously
in every cleft. It
rippled on the very ground
around their feet.

A strange compulsion came upon
The Singer. Furiously he wanted
So to sing the Hater’s tune.

He barely staunched the eager
urge to sing.

The morning sun glinted fire
Upon the silver flute. The music
And the dazzling light appeared
To mesmerize the Singer.

“You must not sing the Hater’s
Song,” the Father-Spirit cried,
“Be very careful, for I love you,

“Now,” cried the World Hater,
“Let’s do this tune at once.
I’ll pipe, you sing. Think of
The thousand kingdoms that will
Dance about our feet.”

“No, Hater, I’ll not sing your melodies.”
The Troubadour replied.

“What then Singer, will you sing?”

“The Ancient Star-Song of the

“Alone, without accompaniment?”

“Yes, Hater, all alone if need be.”

“You need my pipe, man.”

“You need my song instead.”

“The music of your song is far
Beyond my tiny pipe.”

“Then go! For I shall never sing
A lesser piece.”

Then all at once the Troubadour
Began again. The mountains
Amplified his song. It swirled
As sunlit symphony, until
The Hater put his pipe beneath
His belt and fled before
The song of love.

“Beloved Singer, beware the
World-Hater,” The Father-Spirit said.

Then upward there the Singer
Stretched his arms and said
Again, “I love you, Father-Spirit.”

He waited there a moment while
The sky embraced him and then
He walked away. Ahead he saw
The cities rise, and people
Thronged the crowded ways.

-Calvin Miller, The Singer


Sunday, August 4, 2013

How Deep The Father's Love

        Why does He love me?
Me – a sinner. Someone incapable of good, unworthy of life, undeserving of grace. Irreverent toward His holy name, ignorant in the ways of good, blind to the light.
And yet... chosen.
He chose me.
Why?! I cannot begin to wrap my mind around the idea; around the fact that He loves me. That He hung on a cross, pouring out His life in a river of crimson for me. That in me, He can make something beautiful.
I am in awe.
And yet, even after all that He has done, I still forget. I lose sight of the Path. The distractions of the world pull me away, clouding my mind. I chose sin over righteousness; fear over trust. Hate over love.
Oh Lord Jesus, please forgive me! I am such a sinner, in desperate need of Your daily grace. There isn’t a moment that I don’t need You. You are my everything; never let me lose this dependence on You.
I have been chosen... forgiven. Loved by the Lord and Creator of the universe.
Can I ever hope to comprehend?

How deep the Father’s love for us
How vast beyond all measure. 
How deep the Father's love for us,
How vast beyond all measure
That He should give His only Son
To make a wretch His treasure

How great the pain of searing loss,
The Father turns His face away
As wounds which mar the chosen One,
Bring many sons to glory

Behold the Man upon a cross,
My sin upon His shoulders
Ashamed I hear my mocking voice,
Call out among the scoffers

It was my sin that left Him there
Until it was accomplished
His dying breath has brought me life
I know that it is finished

I will not boast in anything
No gifts, no power, no wisdom
But I will boast in Jesus Christ
His death and resurrection

Why should I gain from His reward?
I cannot give an answer
But this I know with all my heart
His wounds have paid my ransom

Jesus died for you. Because He loves you.
He loves YOU.
Never let yourself forget the enormity of His love and grace.


Saturday, August 3, 2013


          Totally random... but totally awesome. ;)

               ...a broken sinner, made beauiful by the grace of God.