"We are not saved by making promises to God; we are saved by believing God's promises to us."

So today I am believing.

I am believing God will provide a job for me come December/January.
I am believing God will continue to foster fellowship and community in my life.
I am believing God will raise up an Army of dreamers in Asheville.
I am believing the desires of my heart will be given to me.


These things I am believing because He has promised them to me.

Quinn Rea

Today

on this day

more than any other day

I wish I were home. Home in Ohio. A two hour drive from my sister, my brother-in-law, and my 11 hour old niece!

Isn't she gorgeous? Gah. I am so proud of my sister! I cannot wait to meet this beuatiful child who is an incredible gift from God. Healthy sister, healthy baby girl, and I cannot be more pleased.

Thank you God for your goodness every day!

All's well that ends well.

So today was a crazy day!

I woke up at the ugly sound of my alarm at 5:45am. And when my feet hit the floor I literally wanted to cry because I didn't think I was going to make it one more day in the middle school. But I made my coffee- took a shower- and attempted to put a smile on my face.

Then next thing I know, it's 1:20pm and I am saying goodbye to my last class of students. Whew... how did I do it? (really- I have no idea) It was just one of those weeks. And as soon as the last child was out of my sight, I wanted to CRY. But I didn't because I was in front of my superiors. (I have to keep it together in front of them, right? errr something).

Well anyways, I can't really explain why teaching was so difficult this week- but it was. I guess the authority thing is harder for me than I thought it was going to be. And I am ON these kids' side! I am NOT against them- but they think I am. Or maybe they are just testing me to see if I will turn against them. I don't know... but anyways. Tough week.

But worry not- after school I ventured to go get my hair cut. This is always a wonderful time 1)because I have the coolest hair stylist, who is a dear friend to me. And what a divine appointment it was to meet her! and 2) she always gives me rockin' hair do's. Thus I go home feeling like a cool-hip chick. (Always a good thing!)

For those of you curious- I chose NOT to chop my hurrrr. I was too scared- So I just cut bangs. That's hip right? Haha.

Afterwards, I grabbed myself a pumpkin spice latte (the drink of choice for the entire month of October- and even into November. Woot) and a little bowl of chili. I then put on the most comfortable clothes I own and snuggled into my couch for a little R&R with my t.v.

Needless to say, "All's well that ends well"

Yay or Nay?

For almost 6 months now I have been debating whether or not I want to cut off all my hair? I haven't taken the plunge yet... but part of me just REALLY wants to do it! Whadya think?

What a beautiful song.

Oh, We stutter and we stammer till You save us
A symphony of chaos till You play us
Phrases on the pages of unknown
‘Til You read us into poetry and prose
We are kept and we are captive till You free us
Vaguely unimagined ‘til You dream us
Aimlessly unguided ‘til You lead us home


By Your voice we speak
By Your strength no longer weak
We are no longer weak
And by Your wounds we are healed
And by Your wounds we are healed


Passed over and passed by until you claim us
Orphaned and abandoned ‘til you name us
Hidden and disclosed ‘til you expose our hearts


By your death we live
It is by your gift that we might give
That we might give
And by your wounds we are healed
And by your wounds we are healed


What kind of love would take yourshame and spill his blood for you
Save us by His wounds
By your wounds, we are healed
By your wounds, we are healed
What kind of love
By your wounds, we are healed
Tell me what kind of love is this
By your wounds, we are healed.


-- A beautiful song on my heart this morning. We are a royal mess until He walks in, cleans us and defines us.

Thanks Nichole Nordeman.

Sleepy McSleeperson

Um who takes 3 and a half hour naps?

Apparently I do. And then I overslept my alarm by a whole hour.

Do you think I was sleep deprived? Good gravy. But hopefully now I am back on track! I guess those 8th graders just knock the energy right out of me. But that's okay. I forgive them, because they are just so much stinkin fun to be around!

Seriously- middle school kids are pretty awesome. I'm not sure if you know that.

Becoming...

I am sitting here sipping my french press coffee, listening to the rain, and on the verge of weeping. But weeping for JOY! (like Pastor Suzette says, a good cry!)

This past weekend was an enormous weekend in my life, and I know it was huge for other women as well! It was the "Becoming" women's conference at The Rock. God's word was shared through Lisa Bevere, Pastor Kirk, and Pastor Suzette. There are so many ideas tossing around in my heart- and honestly I don't think I can express them adequately. But here is a short recap of what just took place...

Becoming Women's conference rocked my world.

I shared the story that God has writen of my life with over 300 women. The real, hard truth of it all. All the blood and guts. And unbelievably, it has brought me more freedom than I ever even fathomed possible! The truth is, it's time for the people of God to stop hiding. It's time for us to come forth and bring release for the captives, to bind up the brokenhearted.

All weekend a picture has been forming in my heart/mind. I see God walking up to every woman in Asheville, and breaking the chains that are bound around her. Every woman will be walking, dancing, laughing and living in the freedom of Christ. I believe with everything inside of me that God is awakening this inside of us. This vision will come to be.

My heart has grown. It has grown in a way I never thought was possible. I am excited about these next steps. And I am throwing myself fully behind the vision that has been planted within my pastors.