Byron Bay || Local Outreach

Several weeks into lectures, Evangelism week was upon us and I sat in my chair trembling at the thought of evangelizing because it’s never been a strong point for me. But Allen, the lecturer got up and began by saying, “I want to take the pressure off of you.” And I breathed a sigh of relief. The following week, our whole school packed up for  our first week of outreach in the coastal town of Byron Bay!

It was a good taste of what outreach will look like for my team, since we’ll be  staying in Australia. But instead of five people traveling and sleeping on church floors, this time there were 50 of us! 

God gave me the word, ‘bold’ for this week. Boldness isn’t something that comes naturally for me and so I knew that it would be a week of tapping into God’s strength. And it was!  

On the first day when I had a little free time, I went exploring and found little shops within walking distance of where we were staying, full of light and aesthetically pleasing displays and felt so deeply inspired by the creativity in these spaces and the people that filled them.

As I walked back to the church where we were staying, I glanced down at a newspaper that lay on the ground and the headlines read, “Growing bolder” in bold letters across the front page. Such a confirmation of what God had already spoken to me earlier in the week!

The reason that we were in Byron Bay over the week of “Schoolies” which is the Aussie version of Spring Break. YWAM works with an organization called “RedFrogs” that provides support to the teenagers graduating from high school. They come to Byron Bay (and other coastal towns as well) to celebrate their accomplishments and we were there to show them the love of Jesus in a practical way.

During that week, I learned first hand that evangelism is in essence seeing the needs around me and serving. It is being the hands and the feet of Jesus. It can mean holding back someone’s hair while they’re too drunk to do so themselves. Or simply giving them a drink of water. Ultimately, evangelism is pointing them to a better way but first, it means meeting people in their place of need with a bit of kindness and genuine love and drawing them into truth.

I’m learning that evangelism is more a lifestyle; it is simply telling God that we’re available to do His work as we go about the mundane tasks in our day to day life. It isn’t so much filling a certain quota or flaunting about all the people we’ve converted.

(The Hub where the RedFrogs and YWAM were based out of.)

Evangelism is about this lifelong relationship with Jesus that just keeps getting better and allowing His joy to spill out to those around us. Evangelism is learning to understand people and in order to do that, you have “to stand under people.”

As dusk fell on our first day in Byron, a few of us sat outside of the Hub and played instruments and sang. Two people walked by, one with a double bass and the other having one guitar in one hand and another strapped to his back. We invited them to come over and play with us and spent the next hour or so swapping songs and talking to them.

One of their friends came and joined us. He sat down next to me and introduced himself, “I’m Gossie.” We got to talking about traveling. “I like adventure, so I’m a sky-dive assistant.” He went on to talk of all the places he’s been and how he almost died in Bolivia because he had appendicitis and was far away from a hospital. He survived, obviously, but had his appendix removed and lost a lot of blood. “I thought it was the end. I said my prayers and my only regret was that I hadn’t told my family goodbye.”

I had to leave before our conversation was over but I felt at peace because I knew that my interaction with Gossie wasn’t wasted.

The nights where our outreach team wasn’t on shift, we would walk around the park (where the hub was set up) and we’d talk to the high school kids. It was probably mostly due to how intoxicated the kids were, but they were so open and receptive to God. I had one conversation with a girl who told me that she was skeptical about prayer. She went on to tell me about how every one of her family members had failed at this test that was important for them to pass in order to be accepted into University (or ‘Uni’ as they call it here). At the end of our conversation, I said to her, “Look, I know you’re skeptical about prayer but how would you feel about me praying that you would pass that test?” Her eyes got moist with tears and she said, “Please do.”

I met Mattice, pictured above, in downtown Byron Bay and me and my friend paused to listen to him play his music and then we struck up a conversation. I asked him what brings him most joy in his life and he said,”Music and surfing but also traveling.”

On Wednesday evening,  YWAM Brisbane joined YWAM Townsville and YWAM Byron Bay along with the RedFrogs volunteers for an open worship night before we hit the streets.

We had a time to pray over each other and the guy who sat next to me turned to me and said, “I don’t know how you feel about spiders, but I got this picture of you being a spider making a web. I see that you are filled with so much creativity and you’re making this intricate web and you can’t necessarily see the beauty because you’re too close up but people are going to be caught up in the beauty of the gospel and be drawn to God because of what they see in you. You know how spider webs look in the early morning when the light is shining through the dew and everything is sparkling? That’s what people will see when they look at you; a beautiful masterpiece.” I was stunned.

Later that evening, I met Bintou. She’s originally from Nigeria but migrated to Australia 17 years and has raised all three of her children here. I asked her if she had any life advice for me and she said, “Don’t be afraid to love. And dance like there’s no tomorrow.”

One night, I was standing in the hub talking to several kids and one guy struck up a conversation with me. I didn’t even have to bring up God, because he did! “I just don’t see how God could be good because He let my uncle be killed.” I listened and then had the opportunity to share a little bit of my own story about losing my dad and brother and struggling for years to understand God’s goodness but then finally realizing that for me, God was the only way to find healing from the trauma of losing loved ones. He listened attentively and then asked me to pray for him. The whole time that we were talking, his friends were boisterously chatting, “C’mon mate! Let’s go get a drink!” But as soon as I started praying, they quieted down and after I had finished praying they said, “Can you pray for us too?”

As the week drew to a close, my outreach team and I went up to the lighthouse. This is the Eastern-most point of Australia and even though I’d been along the beach all week, I was stunned with the breathtaking view as we arrived at the top. Ocean spread out on 3/4 of the horizon.

My outreach leaders, Bekah and Beth. 

Byron Bay has a deeply spiritual atmosphere. It is a place where many people come to seek God or to “find themselves.” We spent time taking in the incredible scene of ocean crashing in over the rocks below us and then retrieved guitar and box drum from the car and spent time in worship up there and then spent time praying and processing through what all had happened during the week.

There was something so incredible about ending the week on that note, taking in beauty and listening to God out on the rocks as the waves crashed in below. It gave us strength to finish our last night of ministry well. 

Thanks for taking the time to read this! I’d love to hear back from you, so if you have questions about what I’m doing here, drop them in the comments or email me at


Thirty Minutes to Decide || YWAM Brisbane

The first few weeks of lecture here on my DTS, we studied the Character and Nature of God, The Holy Spirit, Intercession, Relationships and Hearing God’s voice. It was all culminated when we were brought together to pray about what outreach location to choose! 

Even before I came to Australia, I knew the location God wanted me to go to. But I tried to reason it away because first of all, I didn’t know if they had outreach teams going there and secondly, I had ideas of my own about other places that I would have liked to go to instead. 

It was a Thursday night when our school leader got up and gave a slide presentation of all seven of the outreach locations. We were given a blank piece of paper and thirty minutes to ask God where He wanted us to go. Thirty minutes! Have you ever prayed for thirty minutes before making a decision about where you’ll be spending two months? It was a thrilling experience for me. 

The first country to pop up on the screen was the country God had laid on my heart since before coming here. I didn’t hear an audible voice but I felt a burning sensation in the pit of my stomach. And before you think that I made my decision based on what I felt in that moment, it was actually a step of obedience for me because God had been preparing my heart to go to this country for several months now. I didn’t have peace until I wrote it down. 

Throughout the rest of the slide presentation, I waited to see if any of the other countries would have the same affect on me but none did.  I laid on the floor with the blank sheet of paper in front of me as the clock ticked away. “Alright, God.” I said. “I am going to write that country down. I’ll even put it at the top of my list!” 

The locations were: Australia, Detroit, Northern Europe, Malaysia, the Philippines, Japan and China.

We could pick two locations, so I scribbled the name of the country I knew God had laid on my heart at the top of my paper, wrote another country name underneath and then walked up front and dropped my paper in the basket. The mood on base that night was so amped up and after we had all submitted our locations, we walked to Macca’s (McDonald’s) and celebrated with ice cream and frozen coke.

For two days, we didn’t know which of the two locations that we would be going to. We tried so hard not to leak information to each other about which locations we had selected but it was so hard!  

Fast forward two days and we were called back into the community room and given blindfolds and led out onto the lawn. We were instructed to put on the blindfold and wait until our outreach leaders would come and get us! I felt like a kid, standing in the middle of the lawn, unable to see anything but with a silly grin on my face. Suddenly, I felt my arms being grabbed by two staff members as they led me over to a spot close to the patio area. We stood there in silence for what felt like ten minutes, waiting for everyone to get into groups. “Take your blindfolds off!” I ripped mine off and we peeled into laughter. “Wait, where are we going?” One of our outreach leaders handed us a puzzle and we knelt down on the ground, piecing it together until we figured out where we were going. AUSTRALIA! Our team is the second to smallest; there are only five of us. We’ll be traveling around Queensland and dipping down into a few country towns in New South Wales as well, supporting churches and ministering in schools. I’m really excited about the way that God led me so clearly to stay here in Australia. He’s already given me such a heart for this country and its beautiful people with awesome accents. 

**Photo Credits to my beautiful Danish friend, Sophie.

At the beginning of this year, God gave me the scripture in Isaiah 61:1-4 and more specifically, gave me the word, “favor.” I’ve felt God’s favor and love this year like never before and I am thrilled to get to share it with other people.

“The Spirit of the Lord is upon me, because He has anointed me to bring good news to the poor; he has sent me to bind up the broken hearted, to proclaim liberty to the captives; the opening of the prison to those who are bound, to proclaim the year of the Lord’s favor and the day of vengeance of our God; to comfort those who mourn; to grant to those who mourn in Zion – to give them a beautiful headdress instead of ashes, the oil of gladness instead of mourning, the garment of praise instead of a faint spirit; that they may be called oaks of righteousness, the planting of the Lord, that He may be glorified.”

Thank you for your interest in my life and what God is doing. Next, I’ll be sharing pictures and stories from our week of outreach in Byron Bay.


I woke up in Australia

The sun rises over Brisbane City’s horizon. 721A0614
I feel God stirring deep inside and doing a new thing in me.
As I sit on the cold bench in the graveyard, I think about all that God did to bring me to this place and how all of my plans for this fall and winter dissolved and the door to come to Australia swung open.


This past June I was listening to a podcast one day during work and the speaker said, “If you died today, what would you regret not accomplishing? And what are you going to do to change that?” In that moment, I decided to step outside of my comfort zone and sign up for a DTS with YWAM. One of my friends had attended a DTS a few years ago and had come back transformed. I wanted the joy and the boldness that I saw in her.


Earlier this year, I came home after working in a refugee camp in Greece. While I was there, I saw the depravity of the world in a very raw way.
Having witnessed so much darkness, I realized that my faith was weak and I needed to get a solid foundation in my faith. I needed discipleship.


Of all the YWAM schools around the world that offered a photography track, I couldn’t get the one in Brisbane out of my head. I signed up in August. A few weeks later, when I got the confirmation that I had been accepted, it was crunch time to get work squared away before I needed to leave in early October. My visa came in just the nick of time and I bought my ticket and started packing excitedly.


I’m in week six of my DTS (Discipleship Training School) and learning so much and laughing so often. God hand picked a really amazing group of people to be my “YWAM fam” and we have so much fun together.

The ball of fire in the sky continues to climb, bathing the world in brand new light. It’s a circle of light. Circles depict eternity to me and the deep commitment that comes with pursuing God. Circles tell my story so well. God keeps bringing me back around to places of need, and asking if I’m willing to let Him peel back another layer.


The layers feel like security blankets but what they’re really doing is blocking me from experiencing true life. They are blurring my vision from seeing life clearly; from God’s perspective. I work through one layer, only to discover that there are more layers that need to be peeled back. Coming back around to the same spot in a circle I ask the question, ‘Why am I still struggling through this?’ The undoing that God wanted to do frustrated the daylights out of me. But now I am beginning to see that it is part of the restorative process that is happening in me.
He brings me back to these places because He cares about me.
The very same thing that used to frustrate me, now comforts me.
The difference is this; now in my place of need, I am met by love.
Instead of frustration and defeat, I am met by God’s mercy and grace.
Peeling back the layers doesn’t feel good but it is ultimately for my good.
As the flaky, dead layers of doubt are removed, it reveals the brand new textures and colors of faith that He has placed inside of me.


He is making me new.

It’s been six weeks since I woke up in Australia with the strange sound of magpies singing loudly outside of my window. I walked in on Spring here in Aussie land. Normally, I’d be experiencing Winter this time of year. It feels significant the way that God has literally turned my Winter into Spring.

Stay tuned for an update on where I’ll be going during my outreach phase!

I’m hoping to use my blog as a journal of sorts over the next six months as I learn and grow and meet so many people and spread the love of Jesus.

Portraits || Alannah girl


Alannah came into our world four years ago. Her eyes were bright and inquisitive from day one. She was the type of newborn that you couldn’t help but stare at and she’d stare right back with what seemed to be a deep understanding of life.


She’s grown from a darling baby and charming toddler into a little girl walks and talks with grace and beauty. She’s full of darling comments that should be stored away in a jar and pulled out on grey days.


I asked her at church on Sunday what she’s looking forward to about her birthday party the next day and she whispered back, “Will there be food?” She’s a foodie, if ever I’ve seen one.


She’s a quiet soul; inquisitive and mysterious but full of big dreams. She’s sensitive and caring towards the feelings of others.


She’s going to go places, this one.

Happy Tuesday! -Gretta

Maxine’s Secret

I met Maxine yesterday. She caught my eye at a wedding I was shooting and when I had a little break from taking pictures of all the guests, I walked over to where she was sitting on a pew at the edge of the crowd giving her leg a rest.

We chatted for a few minutes and then I asked her, “What is your secret to living a long and happy life?”

She paused. Her eyes sparkled as she searched through the wisdom she possessed. “Honey, I’d have to say that one of my secrets is treating other people the way you’d like to be treated. And help other people because it’ll give you those good endorphins.”


-Maxine, age 91.

There’s so much to be said about how being selfless is linked to living a happy life. I’m looking forward to the wisdom and beauty that will come with growing old, but in the mean time, I’m gathering a collection of secrets to success from people like Maxine.

Have a happy Sunday! -Gretta

Quarry Park || Winston Salem, N.C.

Winston Salem’s hidden gem is no longer hidden!

Earlier this year, I discovered the plans for Quarry Park in a news article. The opening date kept being pushed off and so I had to sit on my excitement until mid August when they officially opened it to the public.



Quarry park is in the heart of a 200-acre plot of woodland surrounding the former Vulcan Material quarry. It is a seven minute drive from downtown Winston Salem (hopefully less, once the construction of the Reynolds Park Road bridge is complete) and is adjacent to Reynolds Park. In fact, the park is so new that if you try to direct yourself there using a GPS, it will take you to the neighborhood on the other side of the park and instruct you to simply: “Park and prepare to walk to your destination.”

Good luck with that.

Instead, drive to Reynolds Park and you’ll find signs leading you to Quarry Park. Following signs, you’ll drive through the open gate of the chain link fence and wind your way through the woods covered in kudzu vines. This will eventually land you in the parking lot at Quarry Park.




I was curious about the history of Quarry Park and so I did a little bit of research and found out that it was formerly known as the Piedmont Quarry. It was opened in the 1920’s and used to produce crushed stone into the 1970’s, when they closed the quarry due to flooding. They still sold stockpiles of material until 1982.


Both times that I was there, I met people who were born and raised in Winston Salem and they gave interesting tidbits about the history of the quarry. “When it flooded back in 1970, it was less expensive to replace the submerged equipment than it was to retrieve and repair the waterlogged vehicles, so the equipment is still down there.” The pit is also host to a variety of freshwater sea life.


The prominent feature that you’ll notice as you park your car, is the observation pier. It is situated symmetrically to give a beautiful view of the Winston Salem skyline. Off in the distance, you can also spot Pilot Mountain and Hanging Rock.



There is a steep rock face framing the quarry on both sides, but in addition to the rough rock edge to the left of the quarry, there are tall trees standing on the embankment leading down to the water’s edge and also in the water. Some of the trees have fallen, creating deep shadows in the water.

“My friends and I would sneak down there to swim.” another Winston Salem resident told me, pointing towards the fallen trees. There is no public access point to the water and no plans of that happening in the future, though it would be an ideal place to kayak.


The park is connected to the Greenway at various points, so come prepared with comfortable walking shoes. Or if you prefer, bring a friend and a picnic and eat it out on the pier and then watch the sky steal the show as the sun slips behind the skyline.


When I first discovered Quarry Park, I was instantly transported back to my childhood where I was often engrossed in Billy and Blaze books. As I stood on the pier, I felt like Billy going on adventures with his trusty horse, Blaze. One of my favorite books in the series was when Blaze took Billy to an abandoned quarry. I’m sharing the link with you guys, so that whether or not you grew up reading Billy and Blaze books, you could have the opportunity to read it now and experience the same wonder I did when I visited for the first time.

Happy Labor Day weekend! -Gretta

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Recipe || Smoothie Bowl

Please tell me that I’m not the only one who needs incentives to get my to-do list accomplished? I’m trying to learn to pace myself in the middle of being productive and to create little bright pockets in the middle of long work days where I can let creativity flow and excite my tastebuds while I’m at it.

I’m amused about how much of the time my incentives are related to food or drinks. I recently bought a box of Outshine Fruit Bars and I keep them in my freezer, only allowing myself to have one on days where I run. See? It forces me to get out there and run because I know that later on that day, I can have one of those popsicles.


Over lunch time today, I experimented with something that I’ve been wanting to try.

Smoothie Bowl:

2 cups frozen strawberries
1 cup frozen pineapple
2 frozen bananas
3 fresh figs
1 six ounce can of pineapple juice
1 cup coconut cream
1 tsp. coconut flavoring

Blend in a blender, pour into bowls and top with whatever you like. I chose figs, coconut flakes, sunflower seeds, and mini chocolate chips because that’s what I happened to have on hand today.


Here’s to a happy, healthy and productive Tuesday! -Gretta

Travel || 22 hours in Greenville, SC

I shot a wedding this past weekend close to Greenville. We spent the next day exploring this beautiful, southern city. I had been here before and in true nostalgic fashion, I was happy to just revisit my favorite haunts. We were both craving some quiet space away from the busy schedule back home and Greenville provided us with the perfect retreat.


After a relaxed morning, we walked a few blocks from our hotel to Methodical Coffee where we read and wrote for several hours as we watched people stroll by. We each ordered a simple latte and we shared their ham, bacon and brie croissant; which was divine.


My brother in law, Merle gave me a copy of the Good Newspaper which was dreamed up and printed by entrepreneur, Branden Harvey. I’ve loved listening to Sounds Good which is Branden’s podcast channel. “Every single week we have conversations with people who are rejecting cynicism, doing the impossible and fighting to make the world a better place.”


We sat in silence; lost in our thoughts and letting the empty pages of our journals slowly fill up, but we also talked about the problems in the world and how we can help to solve them. I think this quote sums it up beautifully:

“The solution to feeling overwhelmed by the negative news and the difficult things happening in the world, isn’t to ignore it or even to put a positive spin on it, but to be part of the solution.” -B.H.



Methodical has a high ceiling with seating in the balcony, overlooking the barista bar. If you hit them in a slow spell, you might be able to find a spot to settle down in the balcony with a cuppa joe. When we got there, every seat in the balcony was taken and so we settled by the window, with an open view of all the people passing by.



They have done an artful job of making the dirty dish counter and the waste bin area seem attractive enough for pictures of Amy throwing our trash away before we walked out the door. Haha.


As we left, they handed us a voucher for a free pour over coffee. I was thrilled at the prospect of having coffee to go along with our drive home. But Amy had other thoughts. “How about we give it away to someone?” I swallowed my selfishness and we spent the next 20 minutes walking around downtown looking for someone who looked like they needed coffee.


We found her by the water fountain, holding the hands of her two energetic children. We walked up to her, “I have an odd question for you, do you like coffee?” Amy asked. “That’s not an odd question and yes!” The lady responded. “Then this is for you. It’s a voucher for a free pour over from Methodical.” We walked away grinning. It’s fun to brighten someone else’s day.


We were hungry but wanted to still be able to relax by the waterfall in Falls Park. So I grabbed the turkish towel that my mom gave me and stopped by Southern Pressed Juicery and picked out their Avo Basil Wrap (a combination of thinly sliced carrots, avocado and purple cabbage wrapped in rice paper and dipped in a basil, mint, lime sauce). We spread our picnic on the rocks next to the falls and ate as we journaled and took in the scenery.



The water tumbled down the rock face next to us, drowning out the noise of all the other people who had come that day.



“God has built creativity into creation as a gift.”


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We brought our time in Greenville to a conclusion by dancing in the shadows of the vacant Larkins on the River building.


And that, my friends, is how you could spend 22 hours in Greenville.

Do you love Greenville? Do you know of any favorite spots in Greenville that can’t be missed? I’d love to hear from you in the comments.

Happy Wednesday! -Gretta

Adventure || Upward climb


Am I the only one who gets in the mood for a good hike or time outside every weekend in the summer? It doesn’t happen every weekend, obviously, but I’ve managed to squeeze it in here and there over the summer and I’m excited for more, hopefully.


Growing up, I had tough competition when it came to hiking. I was going to say, “sports in general” but in reality, I never was that great at competitive sports. I was better at solo sports like writing. Haha. Don’t get me wrong, I loved being outside and I’d climb trees every chance I got, but mostly just to sit up there and feel the wind and watch the squirrels and birds chase each other. #introvert


My two siblings just older than me were both go-getters and when it came to hiking, they amped up the game. Not one to be left behind, I learned to push myself. Isaac was always at the head of any hike. We’d take breaks occasionally and only long enough to catch our breath and rehydrate. I always loved when he’d take us on “short cuts” that ended at the discovery of a cave or a quicker way to get to the car.

One thing Isaac taught me through all that was that determination is a mind-muscle that grows when we do hard things.  I’m thankful for that lesson now, on the mornings that I run through my neighborhood before work.


I think there’s something so freeing to me about stepping outside, lathering on the mosquito spray and taking to the great outdoors. Stepping away from deadlines and agendas certainly takes intentionality but it is so necessary in order to thrive.


I love to hike in the wilderness and to be surrounded by limbs and leaves and rocks and wind. To let the breeze play with my hair as I skip over roots (because that’s better than tripping) and pausing at overlooks to take in the scene stretching out below me.




“Adventure with all its requisite danger and wildness, is a deeply spiritual longing written into the souls of mankind.” -John Eldridge


I get caught up in this landscape that is so grand and majestic that it leaves me winded and speechless as I arrive at the peak of a hike.


Taking this time to clear my head is allowing space for bigger thoughts, bigger dreams. Up here in the mountain air, I can see more clearly that I am simply a small piece in a much bigger story. But what’s amazing is that as small as I feel, I have a significant role to play in God’s big story.

“There is favor that falls on your life through faithfulness and obedience.” -Meg Delagrange


One thing that I’m finding as I follow God, is that He’s leading me through pain and into deeper, better places. The burn I feel as I climb is my muscles being broken down and rebuilt stronger. I’m gaining endurance. The harder the climb is, the more I will appreciate the view at the top. I’m willing to burn my way through pain, if it means coming forth as gold.

“It is not the mountain we conquer, it is but ourselves.”


On a side note, I was recently introduced to the app CharityMiles and I love the idea that my exercise is supporting nonprofits globally. “We know that you are excited to walk, run and ride.” And so CharityMiles has collaborated with big companies to raise sponsorships with the help of active people.

Tracking your activity with CharityMiles, you can earn 25 cents per mile when you run and walk or 10 cents per mile when you ride your bicycle. Their app is easily accessible through iTunes and once you’ve created your own account, you get to pick which charity you’d like to support. I chose Save The Children, since it’s an organization that I am familiar with since being in Greece this past year.


Featuring: Table Rock Mountain in Upper Creek, N.C. It is a rocky mountain face that peaks out above the surrounding brown mountains. The 2.2 mile roundtrip has some steep climbs, so it’s somewhat strenuous. The views of the Linville Gorge below are spectacular when you reach the 3,930 foot peak. This is my personal favorite hike of the trails I’ve hiked in N.C. It’s just hard enough to make arriving at the summit feel like an accomplishment but just short enough to make for an easy afternoon hike. Distance: 2.2 miles; difficulty: moderate.


Linville Falls, N.C. This hike is more like a walk in the park. The main trail is wide and winds its way through towering trees and let’s you pick between three different overlooks (or do yourself a favor and go to all three). The last overlook gives you the best overall view of the gorge. There is a more difficult trail that takes you to the base of the falls that I haven’t hiked. Distance: 0.60 miles; difficulty: easy.


Happy hiking! -Gretta

Easter picnic


Last Easter morning, my niece Lakelyn was born. I remember gazing down at her and then looking out the window seeing that the grey and misty morning sky had cleared and light was bursting over the horizon. It was symbolic to the life and vibrancy that Lakelyn has added to our world.

This Easter, we celebrated her birthday underneath the oak in our backyard, surrounded by family and friends.




The same quilts that spent all winter keeping us warm in our beds retired from that task and were given a new assignment to spread themselves out over the carpet of lush, green grass. Rachel brought her boho beach throw and it made such an artsy addition to the mix of quilts spread on the lawn. The oak whose shade we spread our picnic under, danced in the wind at the sight of a party happening underneath its green limbs.

Weston climbed the tree above us, my phone tucked safely in his pocket to grab this shot. It sums up our day perfectly: it was a day of rest and relaxation.

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You know what’s still mind blowing to me? Jesus came to save us, to forgive us of our sins and lavish love on us. But there’s a part of the gospel that I hadn’t explored in depth until a few months ago; the fact that He came to give us rest. All my striving and earning and trying to live a holy life in my own strength is restless. It’s pointless. But when I tap into the fullness of His life, I can truly rest. The work of redemption is done. I’m leaning into this rest.


Lynette was the first to find a spot on the lawn, underneath the shade of her straw hat, a picture of the tranquility we all felt that golden afternoon. The children ran to and fro in the yard, delighted at the onset of summer.


It was a picnic in the truest sense, where everyone contributed and brought diversity and beauty to the crowd. There were deep conversations as well as simple fun and relaxation.






Mom brought out her legendary rendition of the Pioneer Woman’s Chicken Salad which was spread on flaky croissants. Rachel added tacos and Merry contributed a creamy raspberry pie. Briana made lemonade that tasted like pure liquid sunshine.






The kids blew bubbles with gusto as the rest of us talked topics that were just as big and fragile as the bubbles floating through the air; racism, war and peace, success and growth to name a few.



And there was pavlova! Topped with fluffy whipped cream and fresh fruit.


Lakelyn has added a delightful element of humor and adventure to our family.

Happy birthday, sweet girl!