Psalm 150
1 Praise the Lord!
Praise God in his sanctuary;
praise him in his mighty heaven!
2 Praise him for his mighty works;
praise his unequaled greatness!
3 Praise him with a blast of the ram’s horn;
praise him with the lyre and harp!
4 Praise him with the tambourine and dancing;
praise him with strings and flutes!
5 Praise him with a clash of cymbals;
praise him with loud clanging cymbals.
6 Let everything that breathes sing praises to the Lord!
Praise the Lord!
I love the Caribbean Sea.
I love peering through the circular cabin window as the aircraft prepares for landing. I love snapping photos of the sun’s rays illuminating the turquoise water and multi-colored coral reefs below. I love the warm tropical breeze that smacks my face as we climb down the rickety stairs and onto the jet way that leads to the tiny airport terminal. Like a little girl, I can barely contain my excitement as we wait at baggage claim, pick up the rental car, and make our way through the rainforest to the hotel. As much as I appreciate a signature resort, it pales in comparison to the white sandy beach and crystal-clear water that beckons my soul as we FINALLY check in, get changed into our swimsuits, and make our way to my happy place.
I’ve seen the Caribbean from air and land, but I’m no longer satisfied just looking at it as a one-dimensional photograph. I’m no longer satisfied to just sit on the beach. I’m no longer satisfied to just walk along the seashore. I’m no longer satisfied to just stick my toes in the shallow water. I MUST go all the way in! I MUST swim in the deep blue sea. And, I MUST put on my snorkel gear to behold all the beauty that waits below the surface.
Did I mention, I love the Caribbean Sea?
Did I also mention, I love to worship?
I’m a vocalist, who’s married to a drummer, who has a daughter that writes music on the piano. Notes and sounds and rhythm and lyrics move my soul. I worship the Lord through music alone; in and outside our home, in small groups, in worship services, and in arenas packed with thousands of people.

Heaven Come Conference, Bethel Music, 2018
I’ve worshipped with those who play their trumpet, piano, guitar, drums, and those who dance, clash symbols and clap their hands. I’ve worshipped with those who stand like impenetrable coral reef, satisfied at observing the praises of men to their God as they swim in His love. I’ve worshipped with those who peer through their circular cabin window, satisfied at being 30,000 feet below heaven. I’ve worshipped with those who snap photos of the worship team, satisfied with idolizing their talent. I’ve worshipped with those who ride the manifest presence of God, satisfied with never getting out of their vehicle. I’ve worshipped with those who stand on the beach, satisfied with never touching the water that promises eternal and abundant life.

I’ve been that kind of worshipper.
Shallow.
Dissatisfied.
But I’m no longer satisfied with peering out the window, snapping photos, feeling the breeze, and carrying my bags to the same hotel just to sit on the beach and look at the water. Like the woman at the well (John 4), Jesus beckoned me to drink deeply from His living water. He knew that Jacobs well would satisfy my body, but it would never satisfy my soul. As we’ve talked, the Lord has redirected my focus from the shallow worship offered in Jerusalem, to the deep praise of the Father offered in my heart.
Jesus can do the same for you.
Grab your empty pitcher.
Meet Him at the Caribbean well.
He’s waiting for you.
Sit and have a chat.
He wants to fill your heart to overflowing,
because the Father is still looking for those who will worship Him in Spirit and Truth.



Tiny frozen flakes cover a multitude of branches, leaves, and blades of dormant grass. The earth is blanketed in white and I am immediately taken back to memories of childhood playing at our grandparent’s home in La Pine, Oregon. Snow drifts several feet high covered the landscape- along with our white poodle as he attempted to paint the snow yellow! Gone now is the little girl who bundled up from head to toe to play in frigid temperatures. In her place remains an adult-ish woman who now prefers to watch our children write their own memories in the snow as I sit beside the roaring fireplace with a book and hot beverage in hand.
Although I was raised in a Christian home, attended Sunday school, church services, VBS and youth group, I didn’t believe in the Lord until I was 9 months pregnant with our first child. Feeling like a beached whale lying on our bed, waves of tears streamed down my face as the reality of my separation from God began to crash over me. I knew I was completely unworthy of being loved and forgiven. Yet, at the urging of my husband, I poured out my sorrow to the Lord, confessed my sin, and proclaimed His Kingdom come, His will be done in my life.
During my discipleship journey the Holy Spirit has continually helped me to humbly turn back to God. I’ve learned to be still. I’ve come to know Him. I’ve started obeying His commands. I’ve been washed in His magnificent love for me. I’ve repented. I’ve been forgiven. I’ve forgiven others. I’ve been delivered from evil. I’ve been redeemed from my rebellion. I’ve been restored in my soul. And as I’ve opened my hands to the ministry He’s appointed & anointed me for I have had the privilege of preparing the way for others to meet and know Jesus. He has become greater and greater and I have become less and less!