Once upon a time, dancing was my greatest joy. I loved to let the music take over, allowing my emotions to flow freely through my body, pouring out onto the blank canvas of the dance floor. It was exhilarating to feel it come together into a carefully woven piece that was uniquely created by me. Dancing was my outlet, my identity.


When I was 16, my little sister died and the dancing lost its wonder. I’ve been trying to find myself ever since, and it’s been a long, winding path with lots of twists and turns.


Slowly, I’ve had to rebuild myself and my identity around something stronger, so I cling to Jesus and the Hope of what he gives in the abundant life.


I am the proud wife of a nerdy Professor and we couldn’t be more different - a match made in heaven! He is my soul mate and my best friend.  We have four wonderful, amazing, and unique children. One of whom we have already given back to Jesus.

For the last 9 years, we've been living in Boston and this country girl is still trying to figure out how to live in the big city. But I'm learning to love it!


I think that my parents must have pleaded with God for my heart after my sister died. They must have begged him to keep it soft and tender to avoid all the bitterness and resentment that could have grown out of my pain. They were and are two of my biggest fans.


Today, I pray for God to keep the hearts of my children soft and tender so that one day they might know how deeply they are loved and how far this love can take them.

Can I let you in on a little secret?


I believe that life’s greatest joys can only be made sweeter when they are held up against life’s deepest sorrows. Holding these two together, in the same breath, is an open invitation into a deeper, richer, and fuller life.


I have a feeling you already knew that. We’re not so different, after all. Let’s take our broken, tender, fragile hearts and learn to dance again.


Beauty from ashes. Because, really, where else can we go?