He Put a Ring On It

It was the most glorious of days, one January 24th, 2015. I had begrudgingly agreed to go fishing with my brown eyed boy, never once questioning why we would be fishing from shore in the middle of winter (on a river mind you). So he picked me up in my red hunter boots and still-wet hair and we walked towards the Mississippi river in the backyard of my parent’s home.

As we got closer to the river, he stopped on the wooden bridge that I had told him so many times would be the perfect spot to get married. “I think this is a good spot?” he said as he looked at me. It took me what seemed like hours to wrap my head around what was happening. I heard the click of a camera shutter behind me as the love of my life got down on one knee and poured out his heart. It was magic, and I still get butterflies when I play it back in my mind.

Such joy has filled my heart this past year because of this man. I didn’t know it was possible to love –and be loved– by someone this much. I’m over the moon to be planning what will be the most special day of our lives, but I’m more enthralled by the fact that I get to do life with my best friend by my side. We get to raise babies in a home that knows the Lord. We get to be adventurers and encouragers of each other’s dreams.

I’ve heard people talk about how marriage helps you gain perspective on God’s love for you, but I didn’t really believe it until I felt it myself. There are nights when Taylor drives over to my house after a 14-hour work day and falls asleep in my arms on the couch. I look at him and my heart feels like it might explode. Incomprehensible love has taken over my heart, and I am a different person because of it. I have this sense of thankfulness that I’ve never felt towards God, like he has given me the greatest gift that I didn’t even know I needed. I realize now the anxious thoughts that once filled my head  (still have them, they just look different now) about finding the man God had for me were so silly — He had it figured out a long time ago.

So I encourage you if you find yourself in the boat that I was in for a long time– surrender your heart to the Lord. He has things in store for you that you can’t even begin to imagine.

This Good Friday

Earlier this week I dropped my family off at the airport and tried my best to hold it together while they walked through the doors. You would have thought they were leaving for a three-month safari in the wilderness with no future communication, not a week-long trip to Sweden that will be over before I know it.
This Easter is going to look a little different. My family is thousands of miles away, and although I’ll be with loved ones here in Minnesota, it’s not the ideal situation. To make matters worse, my brother is in a hospital bed in Sweden with a bum knee, and my parents are sick to their stomachs because they’ve gone through this twice before.

Everything in me wants to be selfish today and feel sorry for myself.  I’m sad that I’m not with my family spending a happy Easter together. I’m angry that injuries have to happen to the most devoted and kind-hearted athletes that give all they have for Christ. But there are far more important things that my heart has been pondering. Today, 2000 years ago, my savior and King died for me. He paid the ultimate price for my sins. I am imperfect and unworthy of the gift he gave– but He, the spotless lamb, gave everything so that I could live in Eternity with Him.

My heart is somber and full of gratitude to my Jesus. The one who loves me and comforts me when I’m alone. The one who has a plan and a purpose for my life, even when things happen that hurt and don’t make sense.

I pray you feel love this weekend, and that you’ll give praise and thanks to the King who died for us. He is worthy of all we are. I want my life to be a sweet devotion to Him.



Let it Go.

Somewhere over South Dakota…

Over the past week, I’ve experienced more delays and frustrating scenarios due to airplanes than I thought humanly possible. What should have been a simple flight from Aspen to Minneapolis last week ended up being a two-day ordeal. We had flights delayed due to frozen bathrooms, lightening strikes and anything else you could think of. Oddly enough, as I write this I am stranded in a small South Dakota airport that doesn’t even have a decent gift shop. You can’t make this stuff up!

This has all left me with a lot of time on my hands.

On my flight to South Dakota, I was taken aback by the beauty around me. The sun was setting, and I found myself thanking God for his beautiful creation.

I wondered how on Earth pilots who see mountains and seas everyday could ever deny the existence of the God who created it all.
I prayed for the Moore family, who recently lost their son way too soon in a Snowmobiling accident. Though we don’t understand why, we know he is worshipping the King of Kings in a place more beautiful than we could ever dream.
And most of all, I reflected on the overwhelming importance of turning everything over to God — letting go and giving Him everything. 
Things happen that make us question God. I don’t understand his timing, his motives or reasoning for doing so many things in my life. I’m in a season where I honestly feel lost most of the time, and wonder what God is going to make of me.  But who I am to question Him? I am learning that often times, we are placed in situations for our betterment, even though it rarely appears that anything good will come out of it.

I am learning to trust in Him with everything. My Jesus Calling devotion this morning could not have been more spot on:

“The remedy is simple: Fix your eyes not on what is seen but what is unseen. Verbalize your trust in Me, the living one who sees you always.”

Lord, help me trust you with everything I am.

Christmas Card Goodness

Christmas cards have always been a big deal in my family. Every year we watch the cards pile up after Thanksgiving, and when I come home from college, I hoard them to myself and gawk at all the beautiful families sending us Holiday cheer. This was the first year my brother and I were on our own to snap our annual portrait being the last-minute-Lucy’s that we are. So naturally we sat on a rock on campus while I bossily posed Andrew and told him to please not be awkward. We always have a few heated moments when a camera is in front of us, and this year was no different :) 

Thanks to a friend the pictures turned out quite swell. While I wrap up finals and last minute craziness at school, my mind is focused on the fact that God came down to rescue us. Although we’re stressed and moving at a million miles an hour– take some time to slow down and reflect on the awesomeness of that.

“For to us a child is born, to us a son is given, and the government will be on his shoulders. And he will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.” Isaiah 9:6-7

And So It Begins…

For most of my life, Thanksgiving has always coincided with Snocross. We host Thanksgiving annually Wednesday evening in eager anticipation of the trek to Duluth the following day for the kickoff of the race season. Things have changed over the years in many ways. Growing up, racing was a family affair with my dad, my brother and I all competing, with my mom cheering from the sidelines as our coach and number-one fan. Eventually, my dad and I succumbed to retirement and left the racing to my brother. My dad chose to leave while he was on top ;) and I left the sport I loved after a major knee injury.

Now days, my brother is now a Pro-lite rider and things are much more “professional.” It’s amazing seeing how much my brother has progressed and where our team is today, but sometimes I miss our little family racing out of a small trailer pulled behind my dad’s pickup. We are a competitive family through and through, and racing has brought so much togetherness, friendship and joy to my life. This Thanksgiving, it’s what I’m thankful for.  I pray for God’s provision and safety not only for our team this season, but for all the families and teams that travel around the country in pursuit of victory on the track. Ultimately, I pray that Carlson Motorsports would be fiercely competitive on the track, but more importantly, a light in a sport that needs Jesus.

I hope your thanksgiving was everything you hoped for!