Little Garden

Earlier this week I was sweeping off the patio, or I should say lanai? Ok, I was sweeping off the lanai and I glanced up at my daughter’s beloved fairy garden. What was once a beautiful little place any tiny Tinkerbell would love to take residence, is now cluttered with knocked over furniture and half dead flowers. I looked to the little 9-year slumlord and questioned what happened to the once magical little garden home. I asked her if she has been watering her flowers, and this was her response “No, I keep forgetting. I think its too small. If I had a bigger garden I would see it and remember to water it, so I think I should get a bigger one.” Insert all the wide-eyed and laughing emojis in the world, I mean, it took everything in mean to not outright laugh in her face with a big HAHAHA! Don’t judge me…I didn’t actually do it, I just thought about it.  As all you parents know, these small things are a great measuring stick to how our kids will respond to bigger responsibility.


I could not help but get absolutely rocked in my own heart as I reflected on this conversation with my daughter. How many times have I said, “God if only I had a bigger platform to influence people. If only I had more money I would get out of debt. If only I had more time I could g,et more done. If only I was skinnier then I would then eat  healthy.” If only, if only, if only. Basically, I was saying, “If only I had a bigger garden THEN I would take good care of it”.

Scripture says this in Luke 16:10, “If you are faithful in little things, you will be faithful in large ones. But if you are dishonest in little things, you won’t be honest with greater responsibilities.”

How many times have I squandered the opportunity to be faithful with the small things? Like buying the necklace I wanted instead of putting the money away in savings. Or mismanaging my time by scrolling through social media instead of writing or investing in my relationships.

I can say that when I do apply the responsibility to the small things I can see how much more is given to me. How could we ever possibly ask for more or think we deserve more when we are so careless and negligent with what has already been given to us? We are often times too prideful and blind to realize that we are negligent with what we have. So let’s step up the care and intentionality for what we do have.

Take great care of what you have, not solely so that you can GET more, but more so that you can GIVE more, DO more, make a BIGGER IMPACT and CHANGE lives. Stop sitting and complaining, take care of your garden daily, be faithful in the small things, there are so many larger gardens waiting for you!

Storm Training​

A month ago I was preparing to leave Oahu while its residents were abuzz preparing for a hurricane. As a Colorado native, this is a new kind of storm for me. I am used to severe thunderstorms and blizzards. This new type of storm may be different for me, but the feeling in the air was the same. Hawaiian and Colorado residents alike prepare for storms by stocking up on toilet paper, bottled water, and milk. Plus Ramen and Spam were flying off the shelves! Ok, ok, that’s just here in Hawaii. Nonetheless, there was a tangible panic and anxiety you can feel in the air.

The night before I left I lay in bed listening to the plastic vertical blinds rattle with the wind, five packed suitcases stacked in the hallway, and I’m ready to fly alone with my four kids in the morning ahead of the impending storm. As if that wasn’t dramatic enough, our purpose for flying was actually to be with family. We were rushing to go be with my dad who had just been diagnosed days before with stage four pancreatic cancer. He was in the hospital after a few procedures. There was an urgency to be by his side, for all of us to be with him.

I was reminded of a quote I had just read the week before from Girl Wash Your Face, “…you will revert to the highest level of mental training.” I began thinking about this situation and what training I could fall back on spiritually and emotionally. This last year has been a year of training for me. As I left the only home I had ever known in Colorado I was a mess. My heart pulled me to go, but my brain thought it insane as I sent my belongings in a crate over the Pacific. I found many days face down in a pillow feeling alone, scared, overwhelmed, and incapable of getting through a day without snot crying to my husband. These moments I’m Hawaii were training as I searched for strength and purpose in what felt like another country.  I dug deep as I looked to change all the things I struggled with for years. Which were being overweight, dependant on a city I loved, but more importantly I lacked depth spiritually and I longed to be free from all of this.

Moving to Hawaii seemed like the biggest storm I had ever faced at the time. Despite having walked through many other types of storms in my life, like a miscarriage, having three children under two, or being in an abusive relationship when I was young. My highest level of training for years was reaching for food to cope, numbing out to the tv, or embracing the victim role as to hand off the responsibility of my choices.

This year I stepped up and out, put myself in vulnerable and uncomfortable places to increase my training. Training is NOT comfortable. Have I emphasized this enough?

There’s a strong military presence here on Oahu. A friend of mine forward me a report from the Navy about the hurricane. A lot of it I didn’t understand, but it was all about the systems they had in place. If this happens then this step will be taken. If the waters and winds get to this level then we will do this. How do they know how to put these emergency procedures in place and then carry them out? They TRAIN. Rigorously for hours, days, years at a time. Knowing what to do in an emergency situation is second nature to them. This difficult is when I will fall back on my training.

What training do you implement in your storms? Do you run to fear and anxiety? Do you just cope the best way you know how?

Here are some ways I have trained for the storms:

1. Daily life Training. Humbling my heart in all situations to let God use the small storms to change my way of thinking. I can’t tell you how many times I was put in daily situations where I wanted to cry. If you follow me on social media, you know this usually happens at the grocery store. My main training ground, Ugh. Who knew the aisles of Costco were training ground for a bigger purpose? Certainly not me at the time. Well, God can use anything, including that bulk food hell hole. Where you find yourself struggling daily let God use it to mold and shape you. It doesn’t have to be complicated, you just have to be faithful and patient to what you know. Reacting to the stress of life daily in such a way that when a bigger stressful situation arises you can fall back on that higher level of training. So many years I saw the mundane tasks of sweeping the floor and wiping butts invaluable, but your consistency and love in the small things will add up to strength and power for the big things.

“Therefore, my beloved brothers, be steadfast, immovable, always abounding in the work of the Lord, knowing that in the Lord your labor is not in vain.” 1 Corinthians 15:58

“And let us not grow weary of doing good, for in due season we will reap, if we do not give up.” Galatians 6:9

2. Seeking quiet time and peace. Creating that space has not been easy for me. I had to give up the good (sleep) to get the great (peace). Waking up at 5am was not my favorite habit to form at first. Yet, after a few weeks, I found myself waking up before my alarm and even excited the night before as I thought of the quiet space on my couch, just me and Jesus. Longing for the time of meditation where I still my thoughts and where God met me in the quiet to train my brain and heart. Even if my prayers were simple and short. He filled me. By making my slate clean and clear every morning I was able to take on the chaos and business of the day.

He says, “Be still, and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth.” Psalm 46:10

“Come near to God and he will come near to you. Wash your hands, you sinners, and purify your hearts, you double-minded.” James 4:8

3. Self-improvement. Mind, body, and soul. This training was so hard to embrace. It’s so hard to admit when we are weak and unhealthy. Then to put things in place to give up the comforting, yet unhealthy, habits. Again, if you follow me on SM, you know my health journey and weight loss story. As I replaced each bad habit with a good one, not only was my body and excess fat effected, my mind became stronger and my heart freer. I was given tools in my program to change my body, but it ignited so so much more. The healthy trio is so important! I also reached for scripture and books that spoke into the areas of my life I wanted to improve. My mind, mind body, and my soul.

“Now may the God of peace himself sanctify you completely, and may your whole spirit and soul and body be kept blameless at the coming of our Lord Jesus Christ.” 1 Thessalonians 5:23

“But I say, walk by the Spirit, and you will not gratify the desires of the flesh. For the desires of the flesh are against the Spirit, and the desires of the Spirit are against the flesh, for these are opposed to each other, to keep you from doing the things you want to do.” Galatians 5:16-17

Don’t despise your humble beginnings and difficult days, they might just be the very things training you for your next storm.


Today is our Hawaiiversary! We left Colorado on 8-07 and arrived on the island on 8-08. The area code here is 808. Eight is my favorite number and it also means new beginnings, coincidence? I think not. God is incredibly intentional. Exactly 11 years ago this week we were on the islands touring with a band Pablo was a part of. I was pregnant with our firstborn Bella at the time. We left and Pablo said, “We have a purpose in Hawaii and I think we will be doing something there again someday”. My response was “NOPE”.

I wanted my life to look a certain way and I tried everything in my power to make it so. I was constantly looking for meaning while trying to carry out all of my own plans.

Yet, God was asking me was, “would you give all of that up for me?” I always said yes, but my heart and actions said no.  For many years I prayed and
told Him I would do whatever it took to get out of our dessert season, but always said no to Hawaii.

I limited His power and ability to do what He wanted no matter where I was. Because how could He fulfill my dreams and my desires in Hawaii? You know that guy, the one who created the Universe and in the most powerful being, yeah Him. I couldn’t fathom how He could.  All I ever wanted or thought I ever wanted was what I planned for us in Colorado, but He had more.

This last year has been full of personal growth beyond measure. My faith is larger than I could ever have imagined. Our God is FAR more capable than I wanted to ever give Him credit for, and the surrender of myself has opened the doors to a heart filled with purpose and vision.

The road was tough. I spent many nights and days crying and wondering if it was all wrong. It’s frickin expensive here. The bugs are AWFUL. Ew, there is no reason why I should know so many types of ants. Those aren’t even the grossest things I’ve seen here!  GAH!

In July I finally felt something click into place. I finally saw all the work God has done in the past year, in my marriage, in my girl’s lives, in my health, and in my ministry.

Anticipating bigger and crazier things to happen in years to come! And for the first time in my life, I can say I can’t wait!

A special thanks to my counselors Nichole, Dena, and Rebekah, and for all those backing us in faithful prayer, you know who you are.

Also, to our best friends and pastors who believed in us before we ever did, trusted us to step (more like pushed me) into their ministry, and gave us a place to grow (and live for 2 months). I didn’t believe this whole clock 8:08 thing until it started happening to me in the last few months. 🤦🏼‍♀️ If all of the other things didn’t confirm our placement, well now the stupid clock does too! 808 🤙🏼🍧🌴🌺🌈🌊🦎🐜

June Gloom

June holds a lot of exciting birthdays for us, my daughter, nephews, brother, and my grandpa. We took this photo a year ago as we said goodbye to him after his 90th birthday. I knew. Guys, I KNEW it would be the last photo my girls would have with him. I knew it would be the last time I would see him and be able to kiss him. He passed away last fall.

It’s so weird to say goodbye. I will forever remember leaving him as his penthouse elevators closed. The last glimpse of his adoring blue eyes. I will always remember his yellow sweater and sweet tears as he told me he would visit me in Hawaii, when we both knew that wouldn’t be the case.

June holds so much meaning. This time last year we said goodbye to our condo that our girls grew up in. Then goodbye to the beaches of St Pete that we will unlikely see for a long time if ever (best sand in the world, sorry Hawaii). And goodbye to this man who is celebrating in heaven this June with my grandma.

Grief is weird. It’s sneaky and knows no rules. I picked up a Christmas candle I found in my closet yesterday that smelled liked Colorado. I closed the lid and slammed it down quickly as memories and emotions flooded me. This guy came to mind and I needed to honor him today. This is how I chose to do that.

New Normal

The weirdest things give me anxiety in Hawaii. Things I was 100% confident in when I lived in Colorado. For example, teaching Lulu how to swim. Stresses me out. I taught all my girls how to swim. I used to be a lifeguard/swim instructor in my youths (said like Schmidt). We had a neighborhood pool that was calm, clean, and filled with sweet fresh water. I spent many a mornings letting the girls sit on the steps, blowing bubbles, practicing back floats, and putting their faces in the water. From a young age they would swim short distances from my arms to the wall.

Here, I think about how I’m going to teach my almost two year old how to swim in the OCEAN. Like how. With little to no access to a pool here, unless we make friends with our neighbors…which we haven’t yet. Or move into the Hilton, which Pablo isn’t going for that.

Seasons in life are so much like this for me. I know how to be a good friend, but how do I do that in Hawaii with so few friends. We are about to have to a birthday party, but my best isn’t here to hang decorations with me. I also think about how I’m doing life here without my mom. Life is generally the same day to day, but it’s a lot harder to navigate without her help. Definitely not as sweet. I have to do a lot of life in new ways and often alone.

People have to do this everyday. My newly divorced friend just got her own apartment. Now paying the bills alone and being a single mom. My sorority sister said goodbye to her stillborn baby and had to walk away from the hospital as the world around her continued on. My cousin had to learn life without her mom as she passed away just days before girls a few days before Christmas.

It’s hard, trying to live life and do the things we always do but in our “new normal”. It takes time to adjust and really will never be the same as it used to be.

There is no side wall for Lulu to jump off to me. The water is rough and salty. The waves make it nearly impossible to show her how to relax and float and get comfortable in the water.

Similarly, life is all about riding the salty waves, being resourceful, stronger, resilient, and persistent despite how daunting our new normal is. Lulu will have to learn to swim in a different environment than her big sisters did. Just I will have to endure holidays without my family.

The view and water are different now. It’s saltier and rougher, but when we look around the view is so much better. The water is larger, bluer, and the possibilities endless.

I am right where I am supposed to be. I’m the deep waters.

“When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and when you pass through the rivers, they will not sweep over you.” Isaiah 43:2

I Surrender Everything

I vividly remember sitting on the floor in the twins room one afternoon about 4 years ago, crying. I was desperate for change, I wanted more. I wanted more than the piles laundry and paycheck to paycheck lifestyle. I felt like life was sucking me dry and I wanted to disappear.

For so many years after that I continued to feel stuck. Stuck in our 3 bedroom condo with 4 kids. Watching my husband work a job that was not utilizing the amazing gifts I know he had. I can’t tell you the countless times I prayed and asked God for more. I asked for Him to just open doors of opportunity and new adventures for us. As parents, we want the best for our kids and I felt like we were not giving our girls the best. We were robots. Wake, work, laundry, dishes, bed, repeat.

I so badly wanted to set our roots in a home in the community I adored. The one I grew up in. Around the people I did life with that, I couldn’t imagine ever losing.

I told God over and over again that I would do whatever He asked of me. “God, please change our circumstances! I’ll do whatever it takes!” But, did I really mean it?  When He asked me to leave my surroundings and the things I was holding higher than Him I said no. Unknowingly sticking myself back into the place I so desperately wanted to leave.

On Sunday at church, we sang “Everything and Nothing Less” -by Jesus Culture. I sang these lyrics and God reminded me of where my heart used to be…

“Humbly I stand, an offering
With open hands, Lord I bring

Everything and nothing less
My best, my all
You deserve my every breath
My life, my song

I surrender, I surrender all
Oh, I surrender, I surrender all

Lord take control, I trust You
I’m letting go…”

The truth of the matter was that I wasn’t giving Him my best. I wasn’t giving my everything. I didn’t want to hand over the safe and “perfect” community I longed for my children to grow up in. I didn’t want to hand over the money and job security my husband had. I refused to let go of the baking business I built over 5 years and the people it served. I held tight to the fact I was a few exits away from my parents, my best friends, and that my kids attended one of the best schools in the best district.

I didn’t want to let go and give Him control of my most precious people and my perfect life plans (James 4:10).

I reached the point where my heart flipped. If that’s a thing? I finally said “Ok, God. Here you go. I trust you with everything.” It hurt so bad and I cried. A lot. I still do.  I have to fight the bitterness and anger that likes to creep in and tell me, “Well if God really loved you He would have made it work in Colorado. If He’s God, why couldn’t He have made it work?”. Its a lie straight from hell whispered to try to discourage me (John 10:10). The enemy wants nothing more than for me to doubt the power of the mighty God I serve.

Sometimes God doesn’t change our circumstances for a reason.  Its because He wants to changes our hearts. My heart needed some serious work. I put SO many things above Him. The idols I was serving were blinding me and keeping me from putting Him first. I wanted to live wholeheartedly for Him, but in order to that, I needed to surrender it all.

My prayer today is that this speaks to those who feel frustrated with their circumstance. What do you need to do in order to put God first? Following Him requires action and choice. He will never force us to chose Him. Yet, every time I surrender and chose Him, I never regret it.

Stronger in the Struggles

Our kids face all kinds of new struggles than we ever did as children. They have to navigate through way harsher environments, political topics, bullying, and technology. In turn, as parents, we are also leading them through the tough stuff that our parents may not have had to lead us through. Its like that for every generation I imagine. One of these items for me is LICE. Or as you would say in Hawaiian, ukus. OR in Spanish piojos. Now unless you lived in a warm environment in South America as a child…I won’t name any names here :), you probably weren’t exposed to this when you were little. An issue that was reserved for the humid hot places or cramped living quarters is now common in any school. I think about 80% of the moms I speak with here in Hawaii or in Colorado have had them in their home. WHAT. With more research, I am finding this to be more common due to the Super lice strain that is resistant to the medicated shampoos and treatments. OH MA GAH. Jesus take the wheel.

I wanted to say this, though. One of my daughters came home from school with ukus this week. Unfortunately, a few years ago a different daughter of mine also had them. Back then, I FREAKED OUT. Like full panic and crazy person mode. Cleaning all the things and all the people. Just short of burning down the whole house I went into Defcon 1. Thankfully, I kept the little buggahs (said in my best Hawaiian accent) from spreading to others in our home. It was a trying and STRESSFUL time, to say the least. No one tells you about this stuff when you have a little bundle of love growing in your belly. All you can think about is tiny shoes, ordering the cutest bibs from Etsy, and praying your baby sleeps through the night. If you are a new parent, let me tell you how difficult it is to choose the right school for your child. That you will one day be cleaning vomit out of hair, sheets, and carpets. That you will cry over laundry and dishes after working all day long.

Momming is hard. Life is hard. I often get upset at bouts with sickness (or FRACKING LICE) wondering why this is something we have to deal with ON TOP of the already full-time job of being a mom.

This time around I was way cooler-headed. I have had this struggle before and I am way more prepared to deal with it. I am in a foreign place that I already feel isolated in, if I was having to do this for the first time I would have been on the first plane to Colorado yesterday. But God knew. He knew that these things happen in life and that I needed to go through what I did years ago to properly navigate and treat my sweet girl this week. I didn’t panic and freak out. I put on my big girl pants and dealt with it the best I knew how.

As I nitpick her hair (going on hour FIVE), one strand at a time and listen to her sobs and sniffles I first get angry and say all kinds of curse words to the lice under my breath. Telling them to leave my baby alone. Then I get a soft heart. Tears form in my eyes as I take the time to pull the almost microscopic eggs from my girl’s long hair. I cry that I get to care for her when she is hurting and scared. That I get to be the one to hold her despite the risk of being infected myself. The purest love I feel for my kids is when I am taking care of their most disgusting ailments.

God is just as intentional with you and me. He knows the number of hairs on your head. Plucking the yucks, sickness, infections, and sins. Tenderly removing what makes us unworthy if we are willing to sit and let Him work. Holding us in our most unclean forms and loving us anyway. That is how He is. It’s just how He operates. He is not mad or angry at you. The struggles you face can be in complete purpose and design to make you stronger and more capable to face the future. To lead other people, and to love them too.

“Sometimes it’s not even about battling to win, or about battling forward. It’s about battling to breathe. Everyone’s fighting a hard battle that they’re losing — and winning is staying in the battle. The battle you have ahead of you is won — if you just keep your heart in the battle now.” -Ann Voskamp

“We are afflicted in every way, but not crushed; perplexed, but not driven to despair.”  2 Corinthians 4:8