Books: Beholding and Becoming — The Art of Everyday Worship


This part of our family’s life is called Fire Drills. Over the past month, we have encountered one urgent issue after another – homeowner woes, new commitments that pop up, car repairs, unexpected changes in plans. As soon as we’ve almost resolved one, another comes our way and takes priority.

In fact, as we evaluated the state of our budget early in the month, it looked like we would have some extra funds at month end to direct toward savings, and Brandon (now, regretfully) said, “It would be hard for us to overspend by that much.” I think we all know what happened next.

I’ll give us some credit — we’ve really had good humor through it all but the relentless inflow of stress has worn on us a little.

I know our situation isn’t unique. And it’s honestly preferable to what many are working through in their own lives. Some face an unmanageable amount of work each Monday, some are the sole managers of a home and family, some are unemployed and struggling to make ends meet, and some battle illness alongside the work of everyday life.

What unites us is this – the happenings of everyday life can be stressful, monotonous, exhausting, and disheartening.

So how do we, as our pastor asked in church this past Sunday, keep the plain things the main things? What do we do when we are paralyzed by overwhelming circumstances? Where do we focus when priorities compete for our attention?

Just as life’s challenges are relentless, so we must be – in refocusing our attention on our Creator, pursuing a relationship with Him, and completing whatever work we have been given with a grateful spirit.

I’ve had a beautiful reminder of this truth during this wild season we’re living, as I’ve been able to review an advance copy of Ruth Chou Simons’ beautiful and encouraging new book, Beholding and Becoming — The Art of Everyday Worship.

In sixteen beautiful chapters illustrated with her stunning paintings, she discusses the art of everyday worship. First, we behold Biblical truths about God and His provision for us, and then we live our own story in light of that truth. As we evaluate our perceptions in areas such as work, family, failure, money, and control, Ruth encourages us to find ways to practice our faith:

“…Practice makes *progress*, not *perfect*. The race you’re running day by day, the one foot you place in front of the other, the daily choice to persevere, and the diligence to throw off entangling sin – in these God is at work to perfect your faith through your practicing, again and again, the race marked out for you.”

I read the book straight through the first time, but intend to use it as a daily devotion on my next read, as these are truths I’ll want (need?) to revisit again and again.

Ruth Chou Simons’ book Beholding and Becoming: The Art of Everyday Worship lands on bookshelves tomorrow September 10, 2019, but you can order a copy now at any online book retailer. Visit Ruth’s website to learn more about her heart for the book, purchase her stunning artwork, or simply to connect.

“Rejoice always, pray without ceasing, give thank in all circumstances; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you.” 1 Thessalonians 5:16-18 ESV

This Part


We traveled much of the past summer. Our warm summer days were filled with trips to visit family, a weekend away for my husband’s work, and a family vacation.

Travel is work, but we have the system down – purchasing mix and match outfits to aid in easy packing and child dressing, precision folding to maximize space in our packing cubes and luggage, tidying the house before we leave and stocking the fridge with essentials for our return, and unpacking as soon as we get home to air the luggage and start the exhilarating cycle that is laundry.

I remarked to a friend who understood all too well, that if I had to pack another bag, I’d cry.

Yet two days after returning from our last trip, I was reading about new vacation destinations, studying the district school calendar, and texting an out of town friend about meeting in the middle.

Within two weeks, I had booked another vacation.

Here’s what I know: I’m not very good at living in the right now. In this part.

I love to plan things – travel in particular. The beautiful world around us is always interesting to me and I can endlessly research the ins and outs of seeing it all. Planning all the logistics of trips and laying the groundwork for relaxing, wonderful experiences for my family brings me joy. And the skills required – coordinating complex schedules, finding the best value, researching activities and places, thinking through all the details, and having Plans B, C, and D waiting in the wings – are certainly in my wheelhouse. I’m able to use my talent as a gift to my family.

But when something is on the horizon – a trip, a party, a work project or other large responsibility – I struggle to take my focus from planning for it. I accomplish life’s necessary tasks in the meantime but that thing I’m planning is always in my line of sight, even if just at the edge. We skip entire days of fun and living as I prepare for what is ahead.

And there is always something ahead.

I read something that really struck me. In her book A Million Little Ways, author Emily P. Freeman says the following about showing up for our own lives. “This, right here, is all my life is right now.”

So how can I really live in this part?

Maybe this sounds like you, too? Maybe work deadlines loom, unfinished house projects stare you down, or you’re looking anxiously forward to something you anticipate – or dread.

Here are three practical ways I have been trying to get more life out of my days:

  1. Schedule life-giving activities on my calendar. For someone that loves to see the world, when I’m home, I just want to see home. I want to clean my kitchen, drink my coffee, do my laundry, and take care of my people. I know, though, that a rich life requires some friendship, fun, and new experiences. So I intentionally add an activity or two to our calendar and keep the appointment. I can’t go wild here, but I know that taking a few hours away from the tasks at hand will add to, not subtract from, our lives.
  2. Write it all down. I clearly lay out my project tasks and organize them in the order they need to be completed. For a trip, this includes things like decisions to make (are we the only couple that must add discussions about particular things to our to-do list?), necessary shopping and errands, research to complete, reservations to make, and packing. I enter these tasks into the Reminders feature on my phone and set alarms for the timebound ones. This does not need to be fancy or time-consuming. Even making a quick paper list frees your mind from the clutter of constant to-dos.
  3. Thank God for this part. I praise Him for the everyday tasks and moments spent with my family and friends. This part won’t be here tomorrow (by then, we will have moved on to that part). As we all know, life changes and these moments, for better or worse, won’t ever be the same again. Recognizing that makes me grateful for, and present in, each one.

My kindred friend with the wild travel schedule passed me a handmade gift recently – a beautiful journal with Psalm 118:24 (HCSB) on the cover.

“This is the day that the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it.”

This part is a gift. This part is all there is right now.

The Hospitality of Friendship

Recently, I was honored to be a guest contributor on the blog at Women Encouraged, an organization dedicated to encouraging women to grow closer to Christ Jesus, find their identity in him, and be shaped by His Word.

I shared about my experience overcoming obstacles that can keep us from true hospitality. You can read my story here.

And I’d love to hear your story — how have your friendships been strengthened by hospitality you’ve given or received?




On Folk Songs and Living Forever


Years back, our daughters spent a few nights in their grandparents’ care while my husband and I were on a trip, and at bedtime the first night back in our home, my oldest surprised me.

“I want to sing you a song.”

Her small voice began rising and falling into a nonsense folk song her grandmother – my mother – had gathered in the days of her childhood. One I had heard but never recalled well enough to sing on my own.

I smiled, impressed at her quick memorization of the lyrics and tune, and together we crafted a quick video to text to my mother, now at her home hundreds of miles away. Grandma was equally impressed; they had sung it only once or twice during the visit.

Months passed and while visiting my own grandmother in the nursing home where she lives, we showed the video to her. Peering at my smartphone screen, her eyes filled with tears and with trembling voice, Grandma said, “My daddy used to sing that to me.”

And we all teared up, and I bit my lip and was so grateful for the sweet moment.

That silly song – so meaningful to this old woman who years ago was promoted to the advanced memory care wing. A woman who often asks the same questions over and over – even the hard ones, like where her husband has gone.

She can no longer live in her house, or even in the same community where it still stands. My grandfather has been gone over ten years; yet each visit requires gentle reminders that he has died.

Her parents are gone. Her siblings have all passed. Her roots are seemingly gone.

But for a moment, she heard her father’s voice in her great-granddaughter’s song. The roots grew deeper and she was home again.

I never met my great-grandfather, but this visit gave me a glimpse of a man who took the time to smile and delight his daughter with a song. And she still safeguards that little treasure in her heart.

We have the same opportunity to sow riches into the lives of those we love, whether they be lyrics of a song, a message written on a page, or thoughts or feelings we dare speak aloud.

Our words have lasting power.

The words we speak and the songs we sing can travel on in our children, grandchildren, and loved ones.

Not only has God blessed us with the gift of together – of relationship; we also have this precious way to hold onto one another, even though we may be separated for many, long years.

My great-grandpa lives on in a song. What words will tell your story?

Don’t Miss the Turn

I walk to the edge of the garage, smiling and raising both hands in a double wave as my husband drives my two precious girls off to school. It’s another morning in the days since I quit riding along so I could cup their sweet faces in my hands before they climbed out with their backpacks.

When the car is out of sight and the air falls silent, I turn and step quietly across the grey floor and inside the house.

My youngest began school for the first time this fall, and what was supposed to be a half day without her quickly turned into a full day when our school district made some last-minute schedule changes. Without warning, I was thrust into my role as mother of school-aged children, alone in my home for most of each week’s daylight hours.

I’m grieving a beautiful life of quiet mornings, children’s programming, coloring, and snuggling. Handing my youngest over to school feels like discarding her childhood – almost like it didn’t matter.

If you ask me how the school year is going, I’ll say she is really enjoying Kindergarten and share how surprised we are that she has adjusted to her new routine so easily. But selfishly, I’m sad for this part of life – this chapter of my life as a mom – to end.

As a parent, I have no choice but to help my children embrace new parts of life. I encourage them to look upon new activities and special days at school with excitement and not dread. I ask if everyone else dressed for Purple Day, what they learned in art class, and if they played with any new friends.

My forced smile is the only way I know to move them, and myself, forward. Because I know forward is the right way to go.

Autumn is the dying off of old to give birth to the new. And the cold of winter will be broken by buds of new life, new beauty and wonder. I trust that there is goodness ahead.

But goodness is not just way off in the distance – it’s right now. There is joy and sweetness even in these fleeting moments of transition. Can I embrace that?

God holds great things for us in each season and the time in between. With our heads turned back, remembering days sipping cocoa and watching Cinderella, we might miss the goodness He has laid at our feet this very day.

Yes, the leaves are dying, but look at the beauty the changing of seasons brings with its rich hues and curling leaves. We savor and celebrate the golden fall colors, but do we treasure the changing of colors in our own lives?

While my sweet baby sheds the leaves of the past, I look at the beautiful way God is turning her life! She is more capable than she knew. She is growing and she is blooming. And the turning itself is beautiful.

When a leaf drops in your life, I challenge you to look beyond its loss and to see what God is doing right there in that very moment. Don’t waste the gift – for He even makes change beautiful. Don’t miss the turn!

What leaves are falling around you now? What goodness is God providing through the colors?

“To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven…” Ecclesiastes 3:1 (KJV)

Books: Come & Eat – A Celebration of Love and Grace Around the Everyday Table


Hospitality is one of my “things.”

Things I ponder. Things I enjoy studying. Things I have to practice.

I’ve been the recipient of great hospitality and know how good a generous heart has made me feel. And I’ve had some practice being hospitable, as our family has surrounded ourselves with community in a city where we have no immediate relatives and as we’ve hosted those immediate relatives in our home when they travel our way.

Being a gracious host doesn’t always come naturally for me. I’m one of those blended extrovert/introverts social media is so excited to discuss these days. I’m fine in a crowd, comfortable on a stage, willing to speak up, and I enjoy being with others. Until I want to retreat to my house like a leggings-wearing hermit until I’m ready to people again.

And often, the Holy Spirit’s nudging to show love to others doesn’t happen when I’m refueled and ready to step back outside. Isn’t that convenient?

Certainly there is a heart behind the practice of hospitality – one of love for others and extending the grace that has been given to us. Author Bri McKoy of Our Savory Life has written her first book on just that.

Come & Eat: A Celebration of Love and Grace Around the Everyday Table explores the art of loving others through time at the table.

Bri’s blog, Our Savory Life, is a collection of stories and recipes (many Paleo and grain-free), so I dove into the book expecting delicious food and tips for building fellowship and community. I was prepared to make a grocery list and some dinner invitations.

More than amazing meals and useful tips, Come & Eat is a challenge to be intentional about life around the table, by being present and willing to follow God’s lead.

It is about reaching out when it’s awkward. Extending an invitation when it’s inconvenient. And sometimes, saying ‘yes’ when you kind of (really) want to say ‘no.’

Through engaging stories about meals and hospitality, and thoughtful questions that encourage introspection as well as looking around us, Bri reinforces the importance of meals and tables in our human experience.

She discusses the need to first show up at our own table, recognizing its great value to marriages, families, and friendships. Prioritizing time at the table naturally emphasizes the importance of our relationships.

She also demonstrates the value in making room for others at our table. Whether they are people just waiting for an invitation…

“May we understand that a lot of days there are people walking around replaying a harsh reckoning of themselves and their own failings, and may we interrupt that with an invitation. May we replace their internal dialogue with, ‘You are loved. You are known. You are seen. Come with me, and eat!’”

…or people in our lives that need our attention…

“If your table is the destination for people, then the people who sit around it are a divine invitation. And you’ll miss that divine invitation if all your preparation doesn’t lead to you actually sitting down with them and participating in the fellowship of the table.”

Stashing random Legos in the guest closet (don’t open that!), artfully arranging a charcuterie plate, and turning on some casual music matters not at all if I don’t see – really see – the people around my table.

Enjoy the People

Then Bri challenges us to (get ready for this) INVITE OURSELVES TO OTHERS’ TABLES. Fear not, this does not involve arriving unannounced to acquaintances’ homes and saying, “Hey! Do I smell tacos?”

There are times an invitation to your home just isn’t practical or possible, but there is still a need. Jesus lived this example.

“Jesus was, without shame, an expert at finding a place for himself in others’ homes. He wasn’t afraid of entering into the lives and worlds of others, places that were perhaps more comfortable for the people he was looking to reach.”

Bri recounts some opportunities she has had to do this, from delivering a meal to someone living on the street, gifting a cup of coffee to a stranger, or watching for someone in need of a kind word.

And sometimes, this means simply showing up and learning to live in the discomfort of others’ pain and suffering.

“He is not calling us to rescue anyone; he is calling us to pull out a chair and sit amongst the broken.”

Our presence says, “I can’t help. But I will sit here with you while you hurt.”

God calls us to the table for deeper fellowship with one another. The simple invitation to “Come, and eat” is a great place to start.

Person is Extravagant

Come & Eat: A Celebration of Love and Grace Around the Everyday Table by author Bri McKoy is available in bookstores September 5. Reserve a copy before September 5 at and enjoy pre-order gifts including early access to book content and a digital print download.


Destinations: Sedona, Arizona

Taking the time for a vacation, while fun, is often a difficult thing to do. It is hard to justify time away from the demands and business of every day life. And it is maybe even harder to justify that same time away, when your family will stay behind.

Which is why, in 20 plus years of friendship, I had never taken a trip with my girlfriends.

Until now.

Usually spread across three states and two different time zones, one summer we had the chance to laugh and talk live in the town where we met. That day, our lazy pool party afternoon slipped away much too quickly, but not too quickly for us to commit to a girls’ weekend the following spring.

We had few criteria for our destination – somewhere new for each of us, somewhere warm, something active to do, good food, and a patio.

We settled on the stunning red rocks of Sedona and started making plans.

I’m all for feeling like I’m on vacation time once wheels hit the runway at the airport, but sometimes a little more effort is required to get to your destination. Making the time investment to drive the two hours from Phoenix is not unlike the time investment to maintain solid friendships. It is entirely worth it.

The beautiful desert setting of Phoenix and Scottsdale slipped behind our rental car as we navigated the scenic drive to Sedona. We watched and waited for the red rocks to appear, and while the scenery slowly changed over time, it wasn’t until we were about to Sedona that we saw the stunning red peaks. And within minutes, we were slowing into peaceful, elegant Sedona, nestled among the towering rocks.


We chose the Arabella Hotel Sedona for its central location, great online reviews, and budget price. We planned to be outside more than in, so were careful to check out its patio areas and be sure there was a balcony. If hiking is part of your Sedona plan, you’ll find the Arabella Hotel to be nicely located in close proximity to some great hiking, only a short drive away. In fact, the Margs Draw trailhead is adjacent to the property, allowing easy exploration of Munds Mountain Wilderness. Even if you’re not a hiker, throw on your tennis shoes and walk up the short trail behind the hotel for some spectacular views. It’s worth a visit at both sunrise and sunset, or really, anytime you’d like to look at something that takes your breath away.

We had a great experience there — clean room, comfy beds, enjoyable outdoor spaces, free continental breakfast — and it didn’t hurt that the Elote Café, with its delicious Southwestern and Mexican cuisine, sits on property.

Speaking of the Elote Café, if you are wondering if you should visit, you should. Go early and plan to wait a while (no reservations here). But as we’ve discussed, sometimes a little time investment is worthwhile. Once you’ve got your name in for a table, get in the margarita line and remember to respond with an enthusiastic “yes!” when they ask if you’d like some house seasoned popcorn to enjoy while you wait.

If you’re wondering what to order, get the Elote corn (fire roasted corn with spicy mayo, lime, and cotija cheese), and the Shrimp con Espinacas (grilled wild mexican shrimp with sauteed spinach in chipotle crema) or Carnitas (slow-roasted Niman Ranch pork shoulder with sun-dried hatch red chile sauce and crema).

Elote Café was one of our favorite food stops in Sedona, so it makes sense that chef/owner Jeff Smedstad was named a James Beard Award Semi-Finalist for 2017 Best Chef: Southwest. So if I haven’t convinced you to visit, hopefully that will.

Although pink jeep tours (Google it — it’s a thing) and helicopter tours abound, if you’re able, hiking is the way to really see the beauty of Sedona. It’s one thing to gaze upon the red rocks, and another to be entirely immersed in them. If you’re not able (or plain don’t want to), the jeep tours are off-road and will get you out in nature.

We found the guide book Sedona’s Top 10 Hikes by Dennis Andres invaluable in planning and enjoying our hikes. The guide is comprehensive, sharing logistical information (parking, prices, restrooms, etc.) as well as historical background and great commentary on each hike. It is also quick and easy to reference and small enough to carry on the trail. And most importantly, we found Dennis’ assessment of trail difficulty to be accurate, which aided in selecting appropriate adventures to suit our varying skill levels. If you wonder why that was important to me, ask me about the time I thought I’d die on Kauai.

We visited in May, which meant desert flowers were in bloom but the late mornings and afternoons were beginning to get warm. As such, we chose to start our days with an early hike to take advantage of the cooler temperatures and use the rest of our day for less taxing activity like long lunches and dips in the pool.

My favorite hike was the Brins Mesa Trail. It was a moderate uphill hike to Brins Mesa along Mormon Canyon. It was a lovely outing with the views becoming increasingly spectacular the higher we climbed. From the Mesa, we crossed over toward Wilson Mountain for a rest and snack. For this roughly 5-mile hike, we carried a lightweight daypack with food and water bottles, as well as an additional backpack with a hydration bladder. For the daypack, I love these Eddie Bauer Stowaway Daypacks for travel because they stow easily into an onboard pouch but offer a lot of space. As always, sturdy hiking shoes or trail tennis shoes are a must, and plan on them taking on a red tinge from the soil if you don’t scrub them. We had the trail mostly to ourselves on the way up, but began to cross paths with other hikers on the way back.

A much more leisurely hike is Red Rock Crossing along Oak Creek near the base of Cathedral Rock. This trail is near a park, so it was much more populated with families and such. There are many lovely sights to enjoy on both sides of the creek, particularly toward Cathedral Rock. We were unable to locate a footbridge so crossed the creek barefoot twice (probably not a good idea but we’re here to tell about it). Our only disappointment with this hike was that it wasn’t far enough from civilization.

Big hikes in the morning means leisure in the afternoon. My favorite afternoon was spent with a long lunch with wine flights at Rene Restaurant. Rene is set in the charming Tlaquepaque Arts and Crafts Village, which is a beautiful setting for whiling away the day. Wander in and out of shops and galleries, and stop for a bite to eat. Rene has a peaceful courtyard patio that was a perfect place for a ladies’ lunch.

We had two other meals of note, at Bella Vita Ristorante and L’Auberge de Sedona’s Cress on Oak Creek. Bella Vita is a cozy, dinner-only restaurant with excellent service. From our hotel, it was a bit of a drive, but it would be an easy drive for those staying in West Sedona or a great option for dinner after a visit to nearby Jerome or Prescott.

The elegant Cress was our splurge dinner and a really enjoyable night. L’Auberge has two culinary options with indoor seating or patio dining on the banks of Oak Creek which allow diners to take in the lush and serene creek-side, such a contrast to the red rocks just moments away. Cress boasts a prix-fixe menu and allows reservations, where Etch Kitchen & Bar serves an a-la-carte menu and at the time of our visit did not take reservations. Both have an extensive wine list. The food is delicious and inventive, the plating is elegant, and the service here is impeccable — from our personable, attentive, and knowledgeable server to the efficient and friendly valet (complimentary!).

There are many other places to see and things to do in Sedona, but we didn’t have time for them all. For the spa-lover, there are many great options, although we chose other activities to fill our time. We did make a visit to one “tourist” stop, the Chapel of the Holy Cross. Despite the large crowds, which somewhat detracts from the serenity and sacredness of the place, the chapel itself is a wonder and the surrounding walkways offer spectacular panoramic views of the area. I’d suggest asking a hotel concierge or visitor center staff for the best time/day to visit to avoid the crowds. Parking was a harrowing experience on the busy afternoon we arrived, particularly for this driver.

Sedona is a fairly sleepy little town come nightfall, but that worked just fine for us. We were focused on taking advantage of the daylight hours to explore and simply take in all the beauty and peace that is Sedona. The adventures and downtime together nurtured our friendship. I am so glad we took the time.

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Image Credit: Alison Joyce (featured image, Brins Mesa trailhead, the Mitten, and Chapel of the Holy Cross)