But the angel said to the women, “Do not be afraid, for I know that you seek Jesus who was crucified. He is not here, for he has risen, as he said. {Matthew 28:5, 6 ESV}

He is alive! My hope, Jesus is alive!
Death could not keep him!
Hell could not hold him!

My husband and I woke up before sunrise this morning, pulled out our lawn chairs and went to sit in the drive way to have our own little sunrise service. As the sun was rising, we remembered and read about the
Son who rose!

Friends, we don’t believe in a dead, lifeless being. I serve a LIVING God who once died to save but is now a Reigning King and He lives to give you LIFE!

Let God breath life into you today.

He is ALIVE! Forever!




Today, I remember..


Today I’m remembering the One.

The one who created the heavens and the earth.

The one who has always lived yet came into this particular creation as a helpless baby.

The one who took his first steps on the same earthy ground He used to create mankind.

The one who taught grown men the ways of God at the tender age of twelve.

The one whose eyes shone like the sun at the mention of His Heavenly Father.

The one who befriended sinners, the worst of them.

The one who gathered up the weak, the unfortunate, and the cheaters and made them into righteous brothers.

The one who brought sight to the blind with one touch of his powerful yet gentle fingertip.

The one who drove out the worst of demons with simply just words.

The one who wept and mourned at the sight of his best friend lying dead.

The one who never even once sinned against His Father God.

The one who gave life to the dead and broken.

The one who authored faith and taught it well.

The one who gave mercy and forgiveness again, and again, and again, and again.

The one who healed his enemies and prayed for those who hated him.

The one who was led to his death like a sheep to the slaughter.

The one who was exalted only to be cut down by those he loved, healed, led, taught.

The one who took the beatings, one after the other.. For hours.. For you.

The one who was mutilated by his own creation.

The one who suffered and cried and hung on by a thread on that cross of crucifixion.

The one who took on each and every bitter and hateful remark.

The one who could vanish in a second and restore all things yet he clung to that cross of death so that we would have a chance at Life.

The one who came to earth to do that very thing.

I remember the love poured out, the sin that was upon him. That was my sin. Our sin. Our sin put him on that cross because without Him, we wouldn’t have a chance to live. We would have died and gotten exactly what we deserved, hell.

But the God of great Love had a different plan. His plan is always good. His plan was to send a Savior who could handle that sin and conquer over it.

And that is who I remember.

The Savior.
The Sin-bearer.
The King of Kings.
The Lord of Lords.
The One who bore our shame and death so that we wouldn’t have to.
The God of Love in the form of man.

Jesus Christ.

I remember Jesus on the cross of Calvary.

And the Hope that He gives…

Because yes, He died.

But He didn’t stay dead.

He BEAT death! He CONQUERED hell! He rose from the grave and left our sin there!!!!

He Reigns, He rules, He has authority to wipe sin out of us because he beat it!

He is the remedy to our vile selves.

And He gives life to all who believe and call upon Him!

I remember that cross and I praise Him because of it.



How can it be?

How can it be…

that no matter what I do, what I say, how often I pray or forget to pray,

Your Loving hands guide me still?


How can it be..

That I can go throughout my day without a thought of your Presence..

How can it be that, even then, Your love ever rests on Me?

How can it be?

In the loneliest stillness, You are here.


In the moments I turn my back on You, You’re still here…

And the days when I feel that I am at my best, you are near.


And my worst… You don’t budge. You’re all around. You’re everywhere.

How can it be that You, my God, would care for me?

You came to earth to be with me, you died on a cross to set me free…

How can it be?

How can it be that deep inside of me… You made something out of nothing?

You reside with the Father to daily pour Living water deep into this thirsty soul of mine..


how can it be?

that You would live to die and be raised again for a sinner like me?

“But He, because He continues forever, has an unchangeable priesthood. Therefore He is also able to save to the uttermost those who come to God through Him, since He always lives to make intercession for them.” Hebrews 7:24,25

-Katie, Hot Tea and the Empty Seat

a spoonful of grace & bread that is life.


last night, I laid in bed wide-eyed. staring at nothing simply because I didn’t have my glasses on, so… it was all the more dreadful. somewhere between the snores and midnight, our lovely dog started whimpering and scratching at the door. after about 10 minutes of pure agony, I finally got out of bed to let her relieve herself in the front yard. as if it couldn’t get any worse, she bolted out the door before I could even get the leash on her. she was gone. even if she was in the middle of the yard, I couldn’t see her since my glasses were back in the room and it was pure darkness outside. on a scale of one to ten, I was about to explode with anger at a whopping 50. I took that anger out on the doors, slamming them and trying to wake everyone in the neighborhood up because if I can’t get sleep then neither should you. sorry, husband. finally, after minutes of yelling and screaming like a redneck on my back porch, she finally decided she would come in. oh, how thoughtful. after throwing her (Lord help our future kids) in her room, I found my way back to the bedroom nearly busting down every door I would walk through.

then, morning came.

after that terrible night of sleeplessness and nearly killing our pet, I deserved a not very good morning. but wouldn’t you know it, that my husband was sweet and graceful when I woke up. I was able to get a couple extra hours of real sleep. When I finally peeled myself out of our bed an hour later, I made my way to the kitchen for some much-needed hot green tea with lemon and honey. my husband and I are dealing with a bad case of sinus issues. before I could even get out of bed, I had an odd feeling surrounding me. I couldn’t brush off this feeling I was having. it wasn’t anger, or dreadfulness, or even sleepiness. it was a peaceful, joyful feeling. it was a feeling of happiness like I couldn’t wait to get this day started. I’m not a morning person (my husband would be the first to tell you) so to be feeling this way was, honestly, a little weird. grace, I thought. grace, grace, grace. God’s perfect refreshing grace. out of His great love for me, he sprinkled, no, poured this grace & joyousness all over me after such a hard and annoying night.

friend, if you are in a hard season of life right now, feeling so tired, angry, and/or done, be encouraged & have HOPE that a joyful season is coming. It is. “…weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning.” {psalm 30:5} I have found this to be true over and over and over again. there is hope. there is always hope. Jesus, Hope itself, is always there. He is with you when you just want to go berserk. he is with you when you feel like it’s all falling apart, like your night will never end. He is with you in the lonely nights. He is with you. And He is bringing the joy, just hold on to Hope.

as I was stirring honey into my tea, I couldn’t help but think about him. Jesus. this may sound silly but it’s like my soul knows it’s almost easter. that special time of celebration of the One who overcome the grave. I had this yearning in my heart, “as the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul pants for you, my God” {psalm 42:1}… I was yearning to get into the Word. I was yearning to meet with Jesus. I meet with Him every morning but for reasons only He knows, my heart was set on those passages talking about when Jesus walked on the water, fed the thousands with just a couple of fish, & later.. when he arose from death. I spent the morning drinking up His word. There truly is no one like Jesus. More than a man, He is the one whom my soul longs for. I spent the morning praising, lifting others up & pleading with God that these feelings of His presence wouldn’t pass. Can you believe that we have the ability to spend time with the Creator of the Universe?! Take a minute and think about the weight of that.

I have nothing specific or special to write to you today but this… what is your heart yearning for?

make it Him. seek Him. bask in His Word today. praise Him, sing to Him, whisper to Him, dance with Him… whatever you do and however you do it, meet with Him!! HE alone will satisfy. you will not regret it. it will be so much more fulfilling than watching your favorite show or Facebook stalking for hours.

his word is our bread. it’s life. He is life.

What has God been speaking to you about lately? What passages are you currently reading through? I would love to hear from you. have an encouraging & peaceful day in our Savior. xoxo