by | Faith Lived Out
Mother’s Day is right around the corner. What a day! It’s the one day each year when we get to make our mama’s a priority and show our love and appreciation to them.
Wanna make your mom cry this Mother’s Day, in a good way? Here are some gift ideas.
Personalized Photo Book
A photo book filled with pictures of your family, memories from special occasions, and pictures of your mom with her children and grandchildren is a gift that will be treasured for years to come.
Spa Day
Give your mom the gift of relaxation and self-care by treating her to a spa day. You can book her an appointment at a local spa or create a DIY spa experience at home with candles, bath salts, and a good book and glass of wine.
Personalized Jewelry
Get mom that special necklace, bracelet, or ring – something she can wear everyday day as a reminder of how much you love her. Maybe get the piece engraved with her name, or have a special message inscribed on it.
Write It Down
There are lots of ways you can write out your love for your mom, maybe filling a small notebook with stories of your favorite memories. Consider stuffing a mason jar full of folded-up notes with special messages of what you love about her.
Give Her an Original Song
What if this is the year that you give her a one-of-a-kind gift she’s never had before? No, it’s not a spa package. No, it’s not flowers. It’s not chocolate. Give your mom a gift this Mother’s Day that will get her crying every time she hears it.
I’m excited to announce that I am writing custom, one-of-a-kind songs personalized for you and your loved ones.
Tell me what you love about your mom, your favorite times together, experiences, inside jokes, etc., and I will turn it into a custom song that showcases your love and appreciation for her and all she’s done. Of course, you might shed a tear or two as well.
Mother’s Day is May 14, so now is the time to get your custom song, as I only have four openings available. The deadline is Wednesday, April 19, to ensure you get your custom song just in time.
Contact me today for more information. I’m looking forward to helping you make new memories on this Mother’s Day!
by | Faith Lived Out
What does leadership look like? This picture right here.
Why?
Is it because a leader needs to tower over others? Of course not.
No. She stood on this chair because the room was full of so many people wanting to pray before Pure Joy started that she didn’t want to miss out on anyone hearing her as she spoke blessings out over the event and shared her heart regarding all the miracles she knew was going to take place that night.
This picture looks like leadership because when God puts a vision in your heart, and you choose complete obedience to walk that vision out, people will follow you.
This is a picture of leadership because when you become one of the most humble people that others know, they want to learn from you listen to you, and serve alongside you.
This is a picture of leadership because when you don’t try to force something to be great, God will make it greater than you could ever even ask or imagine, and others will show up and want to walk in that greatness with you.
With powerful vocals and haunting lyrics, “Jesus and Time” offers a poignant and heartbreaking glimpse into the world of an abusive relationship. The song is a testament to the struggles of those trapped in cycles of violence and trauma, unable to break free from their abusers. Listen now wherever songs are streamed.
Sandy Jacobson is one of the most humble people I’ve ever met, and I don’t even know her all that well.
But this is what I do know about her…
She exudes Jesus.
When I am around her for even 30 seconds, I can feel the presence of Holy Spirit, and she hasn’t even opened her mouth to speak yet.
She doesn’t care what other people think about her because her focus is on Jesus and who she is in Him and what He can do through her. And she’s willing to look foolish to do whatever He calls her to.
I want to be like her when I grow up, and I pray I can love people half as well as she does.
This. Is. Leadership.
I have no doubt that one day Sandy will see the thousands upon thousands of women dancing in heaven and Jesus is going to say to her, “Well done, my good and faithful servant. They are here because you loved the way I taught you to love.”
Sandy Jacobson is one of the founders of the Pure Joy Women’s Conference in Branson, Mo. Pure joy is a safe place of honesty and transparency where you will connect with everyday women from your community. Learn more here…
by | Faith Lived Out
Sometimes I believe the lie that I haven’t made much progress in my life.
Sometimes I beat myself up for screwing up and not doing better.
Sometimes I wish I were further along in my health and faith journey.
Sometimes… I just need to get over myself and knock it off.
My mom had some film developed, and here are some of the results. This was my 21st birthday party.
I didn’t know the Lord.
I weighed over 300 lbs.
I was in a same-sex relationship.
I was bitter and full of unforgiveness.
I was desperate to feel loved.
I. Was. So. Broken.
But God…
We’re going to fall. We’re going to fail. We’re going to hurt others. We’re going to get hurt by others. We’re going to go through dry seasons. We’ll go through seasons of abundance. We’ll cry tears of sadness and happiness. We’ll mess up again and need more grace.
But one really screwed-up day with God is better than one without Him.
God will restore what the locusts have eaten. – Joel 2:23.
Where do you need to look back today to realize how far God has brought you?
by | Faith Lived Out
My mom got some film developed a few weeks ago. Unfortunately, it cost a small fortune, and the company ripped her off.
But… there she sat with a pile of pictures from who knows what, when, and where, ready to be sorted through. She may not realize it, but it was worth every cent.
When I sat down to go through them, this picture was the first I saw. I couldn’t hold back the tears.
I only have one picture of my dad and me as adults. It was the day I picked him up from prison. I’ve longed so much to have captured some of the good memories we made together before he died. But, until now, I’ve only had them in my heart.
This picture was a good day. We were happy. Smiling. For a moment, addiction wasn’t destroying either one of us. We were just capturing the moments around us and enjoying life, which really is like a vapor, gone before you know it.
It wouldn’t be long after this picture was taken that he took his last breath before walking into the arms of Jesus. Not long before the smile would disappear and I was left with the broken pieces of what addiction stole from me – stole from us.
February 24, 2009. He was gone just like that. Only hours after planning a weekend trip together. Only hours after leaving a voicemail saying he loved me. I would trade in my most prized possessions to hear his voice say those three words.
Better yet, I would give anything to just sit with him and talk and laugh. To hear his redneck laugh. To tell him he has to stop cooking friend bologna and egg sandwiches because I’m trying to lose weight.
But I can’t do any of that because addiction stole those moments.
But God… Let me tell you what addiction didn’t steal. It didn’t steal his salvation because I sat at his bedside two months before he died, held his hand, and led him to Jesus. The enemy thought he had the last laugh, but he was wrong.
And oh, how he would find the humor in the fact that he went back to prison, just in a different way. You see, his story, my story, our story, has been shared with hundreds of men and women in prison, choosing brokenness instead of the freedom God longs for them to have.
I’ve seen grown men with tattoos from the top of their heads to the bottom of their feet weep when I share the desperation of an adult woman whose heart breaks like a little girl longing for her dad’s love. And I’ve seen hope restored in their hardened eyes when they realize that it’s not too late for them to restore what the enemy has tried to steal. Why? Because they’ve still got breath in their lungs.
This picture represents two people who were so broken in their own ways. Neither of us knew how to cope with life healthily. Neither of us knew how to communicate appropriately. But amid our brokenness, we loved each other, even if we couldn’t figure out how to express it right.
Addiction sucks. I shouldn’t have to write this post today. But I am because addiction is a harsh reality.
But let me tell you what else is a reality. God can restore what the locusts have eaten. (Joel 2:22) He set me free. He’s still setting me free. He’s still writing my story; my dad will always be weaved in and out of it.
He didn’t experience freedom on this side of heaven, and I wish he could have. But he is undoubtedly experiencing it now on the other side because he chose Jesus, even if he only got to experience a tiny glimpse of a relationship with Him before he prematurely left this world. But now he spends eternity with God. Just wow!
And one day… we will dance together. And laugh together. And perhaps eat bologna and egg sandwiches that have zero calories.
Don’t wait to choose Jesus until the end of your life, as my dad did. You’re missing out on so much. Don’t wait to choose freedom. Don’t wait to seek help for that addiction that’s controlling your life. Don’t wait to believe that today can be the day you stop living stuck in that brokenness and fear. Today can be the day you choose life if you want it.
God is waiting for you, my friend.
by | Faith Lived Out
Twenty-nine years ago yesterday, my and my mom’s lives were forever changed in the blink of an eye.
I was just a 10-year-old kid who was told I’d probably never walk again. But I don’t think the heart and mind of a child that age can fully comprehend what “never” means.
We all have a destiny, a purpose God has designed us for. And the enemy would love nothing more than to destroy us and keep us from fulfilling our God-given destiny.
The enemy almost destroyed us that day. My mom clung to life for a moment, wondering if the next breath would be her last. And me, well, they pulled my body out of the car with my legs wrapped around my head like an acrobat. It’s the only time in my life I had the talent enough to be a contortionist. You can see the full pictures here…
But God… Jehovah Rapha!
We both lived to tell about it, and I’m walking proof of God’s awesomeness!
As I was looking through these pictures yesterday, I had to stop for a moment and tell God I was sorry that I’d gotten off track so many times in living out the life He’d called me to. I repented for giving up on my dreams so many times – the dreams He’d put in my heart.
And then I thanked Him for being the God of second chances. I deserve nothing that He blesses me with, yet He tells me in His Word that He longs to bless me. Sometimes I just can’t wrap my mind around it.
Friend, if you’ve given up on your dream, today is the day to get back up and take the next right step. Ask God to take your hand and walk with you. He will because that’s who He is.
Maybe you feel like you’re so far gone that you don’t even know what your purpose is. God knows. Ask Him to remind you, then ask Him to walk with you as you get there. He will because that’s who He is.
Maybe your life feels like what our car looked like – a total disaster. But it doesn’t have to stay that way, my friend. There is hope. God can pull you out of the wreckage and make you walk again. That’s who He is.
Cling to Him like your life depends on it because your life depends on it.
I’m praying for an awakening in your soul, my friend. I’m praying that spark gets re-ignited. Don’t give up on yourself. Don’t give up on God. He hasn’t given up on you.
You. Are. Valuable.
P.S. I have forgiven my parents for allowing me to have a mullet.
by | Faith Lived Out
I was a huge fan of Country Weekly magazine when I was a kid, somewhere around 12 or 13. My mom gifted me with a yearly subscription, and I couldn’t wait for the mail to see if I’d gotten my new edition yet.
I would read it cover to cover and dream about meeting the singers, writing songs like them, and even singing like them.
But then I started doing something else…
I would rip out my favorite pages and tape them to my bedroom wall. My friend Holly thought I had lost my mind, but I didn’t care. I’d add to my collection week after week, and it was only a short time before Country Weekly became my wallpaper. I wish I had pictures to show you.
I never really understood then why I did that. It was just something I wanted to do. But looking back on that time in my life, I know why. I wanted to be surrounded by music. It was my safe space. Music was a world I could escape to when reality was too much to bear. Music invited me to dream about possibilities. It reminded me that if the people in those pictures could chase their dreams, why couldn’t I?
I wish I could say I stayed inspired to keep moving in that direction, but a lot of life happened, and frankly, I wouldn’t get out of my own way to pursue my dreams. Instead, I either found a way to sabotage them or put them on hold to pursue other avenues of life.
But when God puts a dream in your heart, you might put the fire out, but I think He keeps an ember lit to remind you that it’s still there.
I’ve wanted to be a songwriter since I wrote my first poem in the 6th grade. And in 2020, as I sat at home with the rest of the world wondering what was happening, I decided I could keep dreaming about doing it or make it happen. I chose the latter.
God has honored my willingness to step forward and put action behind my dreams. I haven’t gotten a cut yet, but I’m so so close. Man, it’s exciting!
But here’s the thing… as we step out in faith to combine our talents with our calling, sometimes God says, “But wait… there’s more!” I wasn’t expecting that, but here we are.
I never thought I could sing. I hated the sound of my voice. Let me rephrase that. I still do. I always assumed I sounded like a monkey trying to play the clarinet.
Did I dream about being behind a microphone entertaining a crowd with music? You bet! Me and my hairbrush have sung our hearts out to audiences of all kinds. But beyond the occasional leading worship at my former church or singing some songs I wrote for a few people, I didn’t see it as a possibility.
But God…
Over the last year, He started dropping nuggets from various people in my life, who would tell me that I had a “unique” voice and should actually do something with it. I just assumed them saying “unique” meant they were trying to be nice without coming right out and telling me I sucked.
But I kept hearing the same thing repeatedly from different people. “You really have a unique voice.” “You should consider recording some of your own stuff.” “If you sang that song in a writer’s round, I would be there to hear it.”
I started to scratch my head at their words, especially because it wasn’t my mom saying it. You know, everyone’s mom thinks they sound amazing!
And then I started to let fear and comparison put me in the corner, wanting to suck my thumb. My friend Carolyn can sing. That’s not me. This is crazy! Who would want to hear me? I’m a songwriter, not a singer. I need to stay in my lane. (Insert a million different lies from the enemy here.)
But the Lord showed me one night this past Summer that it was time to stop living afraid. He woke me up, told me what song He wanted me to start with, and even gave me an idea for the single cover. I promised to talk about it with Him if He’d let me go back to bed.
Frankly, I’m still talking to Him about it; rather, trying to talk Him out of it, but He hasn’t budged yet.
Why am I so afraid? I ask myself that a lot. Because singing my own stuff creates a new level of vulnerability that I’d rather keep tucked away in my bathroom drawer with the hair brush. Doing something like this opens up opportunities for new levels of rejection. And what if people think I actually sound like a monkey playing the clarinet?
At the end of the day, I answer those questions with this… Isn’t it worth the risk?
Ahh… I sure hope so!
So, I’m doing it afraid, and I’m going to try my hand at sharing my unique voice with the world through the power of music – the thing that has covered not only the walls of my bedroom but also the walls of my heart since I was a little girl.
I was in the studio recently recording my first single, which I’m excited to tell you about very soon. There’s no turning back now. Now I hear Cher in my head singing, ‘If I could turn back time!'”
I’m excited for you to be on this journey with me, friend. Mind praying as I keep moving forward into uncharted territory. To say that I’m doing it afraid is an understatement.
Stay tuned for more details as they unfold.
Here’s to chasing the dreams God has put in our hearts!
