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Leading worship is more than a weekend gig when you let your church know you are real. Being a Christian is more than a weekend gig when you let the world know you are real.

Sometimes I forget that God is actively pursuing me. I forget that His love for me is so overwhelming when I stop and think of who He has made me to be in His eyes. I forget that there was never a "good enough" benchmark that I had to meet in order to deserve His love. There was no race I had to run to be accepted by Him. I just was.

Flying in a large metal tube, 30,000 feet in the air, at 500+ MPH, is one of the most thrilling and questionable things I believe we do as human beings. As I traveled across a dozen states last week to end up in Charlotte, North Carolina, I was amazed that in a matter of hours, I could be across the country.

Today I was reminded, just how undeserving I am of most things in my life (family, friendships, a job, a roof over my head, food to eat), and yet that graciousness and kindness compels me to make the world a little more right, a little more kind, for someone else.

Her voice will get louder, sharper, meaner, but with every escalation, you rise as well, with strength, bravery and beauty.

You allowed this pipsqueak of a girl to lead you in worship, you watched and some of you prayed me into marriage with this guy, and now I feel like you are sending us off with those same prayers and support.

Goodbye, my childhood town. I cannot wait to come back to you with my children someday and show them how to remember.

When we move on, we always leave something behind. That's the price we pay. These are my 5 things I'm saddest to leave behind. I will admit that more than a few tears were shed at the writing of this post.

I know it's all fun and games until someone gets hurt, or irritated by the bird chirp to police siren ratio. I've lived in small(er) towns my whole life and living in LA is such a huge deal to me. I mean, it's LA!

“There are times when the actual experience of leaving something makes you wish desperately that you could stay, and then there are times when the leaving reminds you a hundred times over why exactly you had to leave in the first place.” ― Shauna Niequist, Bittersweet

[MUSIC VIDEO] This song is near and dear to my heart because Tyson wrote it based on the story of Job and compelled by our current season of life. It's a song that I sing boldly and yet still very broken before my God.

Ty would sit down to write but nothing sounded right and everything was pretty messy. It was frustrating to say the least. Mostly for him as he sincerely begged God to give him songs for the church.

I think I have writer's block. Summer came and went and the book stayed unopened, un-edited, and unwritten. Then one night Ty and I had a bit of an argument and after agreeing to disagree I laid in bed wide awake, mentally begging God to let me sleep.

Lately I've been indirectly fearful. I'd like to call it smart, trusting, or even okay with whatever happens. But now I see it for what it is: faux (or fake) peace.

'These are for you, because you're a mommy twice.' I forgot we give out roses for mothers on Mother's Day. She remembered me.

Dear Season, please end soon. I'm really tired and need you to move on. Thanks for everything you've taught me but it's time for you to go.

"I have an overwhelming tendency towards self-sufficiency..." I don't even remember the rest of the sentence, but as soon as those words flew out of her mouth, I leaned over to Ty and said, "I want to be her friend." Why? Because that is me. I have an overwhelming tendency towards self-sufficiency.

I didn't know this boy. I had no idea what kind of trouble or circumstances got him to the streets, but I do know that he is someone's son.

There are some things people don't or can't warn you for in life. I think life as a 20-something is one of those things. Check out stories from these great authors on their life changing moments as 20-somethings.

And suddenly, it hits us, like an avalanche of confusion and emotion. No one had prepared me for the psychological roller-coaster one experiences in their 20s. I didn't know who I was anymore and where I really wanted to go from here.