I was a ball of nerves.

I was in my bathroom, just getting ready for the day, looking in the mirror as I curled my hair and tried to ignore the fact that I was so nervous to lead worship the next night.

After suppressing the nerves all week, it finally hit me.
I started trembling and actually began to tear up as a wave of anxiety hit me.
I looked at the pathetically scared girl in the mirror and thought, “I’ve been leading worship for almost 5 years now. This is literally a simple church prayer gathering. This is ridiculous. Why am I still battling fear?”

I’ll rewind a little. I’ve spent pretty much my whole life hiding my voice. I’m not totally sure why or when that became a thing, but as long as I can remember, I never let anybody hear me sing. I loved singing when I was at home alone, or quietly humming when I used a blow-dryer so no one in the house could hear me, but as soon as another person was present, I could not get any real sound to come out.

It wasn’t until about 5 years ago that God spoke to me in my room one day.
He said, “There’s a big fear you have that I want you to get over. I’ve given you a voice. I want to use you to bless others in worship, and you’re being selfish by letting fear keep that locked up.”
At that time, I had recently made a commitment to God and myself to live fearlessly–that I would never let fear be the reason I didn’t do something.
So I said, “Okay God, I’ll start singing,” not totally sure what that would mean or look like.

I’ll never forget the night that started this whole singing thing for me. A few weeks after God told me to get over my fear, my church at the time was having youth worship team tryouts. I went back and forth with myself that whole day about whether or not I should go, until finally I found myself driving to the church, shaking, with my stomach in knots saying, “God, whatever You want to do with my life and my voice, do it. Whether I make the team or not, I’m doing this for You and to show fear that it doesn’t control me.”

I ended up trying out, and everybody was shocked that I could sing.
I made the team, and that opened the door to this whole new world of music and worship-leading for me.

The past 5 years since then have consisted of me learning from scratch. I learned how a band works, how to use in-ears, how to sing harmonies, I had to get used to the sound of my voice in a microphone, what it means to be a worship leader, how to feel a room and take the song where God wants it go…like I literally came into this not knowing anything haha. Over these past few years I’ve gotten to lead at different churches, sing at a few conferences, and even a few weddings. I’m now on my current church’s worship team at Jesus Culture Sacramento, where I get to serve with some of the most humble, gifted, and passionate worship leaders I’ve ever known. This worship-leading thing has been one of the most unexpected and beautiful journeys of my life.

However, every now and again, that fear tries to rear its ugly head.

Fast-forward to that moment in my bathroom (of all places, haha). That was going to be my third time leading worship that week, I had some kind of bug, my voice was giving out, and leading at this prayer gathering felt like more pressure than doing background vocals like I do most often at my church. So there I was last week, shaking, feeling small, and completely unqualified. For a split second, the thought crossed my mind, “Is this worth it? Why do I put myself through the nerves and nausea?” God, I can’t go on like this forever. Help me.”

I had a decision to make…Should I say it was a good run and plan to close the worship-leading chapter of my life pretty soon, or continue to fight the fear head-on until every last bit of it was gone?

I said to myself, “Why on EARTH would I let fear rob me of what I was made to do? God, YOU spoke to me. YOU called me to this, so help me face and overcome this fear once and for all.”

So for the sake of obedience, my refusal to let fear win, and for my hope to encourage other people that battle with fear, I decided to go to war in my bathroom.

I started singing the lyrics to “You Make Me Brave” until I was shouting them and until I believed it.
God helped me get to the roots of my fear so it could no longer control me.

I realized I had put all these different pressures on myself, that I think so many of us experience in the things we pursue.

I felt like I needed to perfect.
I thought, “The world has so many other gifted people, and I’m just some random girl that decided to be obedient. What could I have to offer?
I didn’t want to disappoint people.
I felt like every worship set I led had to turn into a super powerful, spontaneous set like the Bethel videos on YouTube haha.

And that’s when God told me, “Your worship doesn’t need to look like anyone else’s. You don’t need to be the best singer or worship leader out there for me to love your worship. You’re LEARNING. Give yourself the time and the grace to learn and grow! If you’re fighting your way through this fear and can only manage to sing Me the simplest song imperfectly, that is MORE than enough for Me. THAT is beautiful, costly worship.”

All of this pressure, comparison, and anxiety I had started to vanish. Instead I felt the freedom to be learning, the freedom to not be perfect, the freedom to just be myself.

The next night ended up being one of my top favorite times ever leading worship. Without all the nerves in the way, I was able to actually sing out what was inside of me. I looked around and saw a room full of people singing, shouting, cheering, dancing, and excited about what God was doing in our lives and in our city. There was a new level of freedom I hadn’t felt before. I remember feeling so alive in that moment, and every word I sang felt like driving another nail into fear’s coffin.

I share all this not to be like, “Oooh, look what I did!” but to stand on the other side of a victory and say,


There is NO FEAR that has ANY RIGHT to control you.

(And yes, I’m shout-typing this because THIS IS IMPORTANT!)

As I’m typing this, I really feel like this is your moment to wake up and allow yourself to pursue the things that sound crazy, unconventional, and impossible.

It’s time to let God to breathe on the little spark in your heart
until it’s a raging, unstoppable fire.

It’s time to leave behind the pressures of perfectionism, people-pleasing, and striving.


Even if you’re trembling, have no clue what you’re doing, and feel completely unqualified, just start somewhere.
He can only help you “walk on water” when you decide to take the first step.

If GOD has called you and made you for this purpose, that’s ALL that matters.
The world will be a better place because you decided to do what you were made to do.

Take some time to sit and think about what your life would look like without any fear.
Ask God to lead you in doing whatever it is that He’s put in your heart.
I promise you, friend, it will be one of the most beautiful, worth-it things you’ll ever do.

I’m so excited for you and I’m cheering you on!!



P.S. – Feel free to write out what your “thing” is in the comments! What’s that thing you’d love to do but maybe have been too scared to start?
There’s something so powerful about saying it out loud.

December is always weird for me.
It’s one of my absolute FAVORITE months of the year, yet it’s also the month that a little part of me dreads.
I LOVE all the holiday magic, tree lightings, Christmas music everywhere, celebrations, and that the whole world seems to be a little more cheerful.
But December is also the month of my birthday and the last month of the year.
It kinda feels like a ticking time bomb.

I’m really big on starting each year writing out goals I plan to achieve, milestones I want to hit that year, and big miracles I’m believing with all my heart for God to make happen.
And as November and December start approaching, amidst all the holiday excitement, I also start to well up with a ton of pressure and worry.

Like, “Oh gosh, self, hurry up and get your life together before the clock strikes midnight on the 31st, or else you can consider this year a flop.”

Ever since high school, I’ve had this picture-perfect image in my head of how my life was supposed to pan out–Graduate college by 21 or 22, be in love and financially independent by 23, married by 26, be building an amazing ministry or career by 27, have kids by 28 or 29…and so far, every December, each milestone expectation that I’ve put on myself–that I’ve put on GOD–has been flung out the window. And each year as December rolls around, I’ve felt just a little more disappointed in myself…a little more disappointed in God.

But I’ve decided this year will be different.

It’s like something clicked and my eyes are being opened to how life actually works. This year I’ve noticed no one is actually living the life we think everyone is living.

As often as I tell people, “Don’t compare yourself to others,” and as many times as I’ve seen, “Comparison is the thief of joy,” in cute hand-lettered writing on Instagram, it’s like I’m actually finally getting it.

Maybe you do this too, but I realized I’ve taken bits and pieces from lots of different people’s lives and adopted them all as my own mental timeline.
Like, “That guy from high school got his Masters Degree by 23.”
And, “That girl was financially independent from her parents and had her own place at 22.”
And, “Worship-leading became her full-time thing in her mid-twenties.”
And, “That married couple is my age and already has a kid…”

It’s created this pressure in the back of my mind to make it all happen, but the truth is, none of them are even “making it all happen.”

The guy who got his Masters at 23 moved back home to start paying off student loans.
The girl living on her own at 22 was able to do so because she decided not to go to college and began working full-time.
While that singer started recording albums at 24, that other woman’s ministry exploded in her 50s with her husband.
The married couple with a kid has moved like 4 times this year and then back in with their in-laws to save money.

No one is actually doing EVERYTHING all at once, and yet each of those lives are beautiful! So why have I been holding myself to this impossible standard of living a perfect life?

No matter how perfect you think someone’s life is, or how cool it looks on Instagram, the truth is we’re all just living REAL lives. You can see what’s been captured on the outside, but you can’t see what’s going through their minds on the inside. The people you’re subconsciously comparing yourself to also have worries, areas they feel like they’re falling short in, insecurities they’re trying to cover up, maybe relationship drama, family drama, maybe a painful past they’re running from, or breakthrough they’re desperately waiting for too. We’re all human.

Life is only as fulfilling as you think it is. It’s in our heads.
So I’m working to change the narrative in mine.

Just like I admire things that other people have, there might be parts of my life that make it seem like everything’s perfect. But the truth is, I’m just trying my best to figure things out too. I’m super thankful for opportunities I’ve gotten as a young adult to discover and start living out some of my passions. But the flip side is there are a lot of other areas of my life I feel like I’m “failing” at. Well, until now. I’m 25, graduating this weekend (!!!), college took longer than planned because I invested so much time doing unpaid things I love, I’m currently living with my parents, trying to figure out what career path to take, trying to become financially independent, single, and I have big dreams that I am trying to work hard towards while also trusting God with them.

While I’ve spent so much of the past few years beating myself up for things not turning out like I had expected, I’m learning to say, “Hey, it’s okay! In fact, it’s perfect. I have followed God’s leading, and this is the story He is writing for MY life. And all of His ways are perfect. So who am I to waste time being disappointed when I should be CELEBRATING all that He’s doing?”

I’m doing great.
You’re doing great.

Where you are is right where you’re supposed to be.
Everything you’ve gone through up to this point was meant to grow you and build you into a stronger, more whole person than you would’ve been had your life turned out exactly like you planned.

I’m seeing that life is made up of maybe 10% massively life-altering days and like 90% small, gradual change everyday.
No, the way your life looks today isn’t how it’s supposed to look for the rest of your life, but today is perfect for today. And tomorrow will be perfect for tomorrow. And over time, you’ll see that every day added up to growth and life change.

So life will keep moving.
It won’t be today forever.
So while it is, enjoy it.


P.S. – If you’re waiting on a promise, God is not confined to our calendar year. To Him, the difference between December 31st and January 1st is just another day. So just because you didn’t see your breakthrough this “year” does not mean it isn’t coming. You’re closer to it than you’ve ever been, friend!


Hi friend, glad you’re here!

Words are powerful things, huh?
They possess the power to deeply penetrate our hearts to the core. To destroy, to influence, to inspire.

Words are some of my favorite things, and with that, I’ve found writing to be one of my favorite means of transferring what’s in my mind into the external world.

So with it being 2014 and all, I’m starting a blog! I’ve been journaling and pouring my life out on paper for as long as I can remember, so I’m finally deciding to share my experiences with you and whoever else reads this.

There’s something so encouraging about transparency, and knowing that we’ve all actually got lots in common. So as I’m living & adventuring through my life, you’re totally invited to come with, and learn along with me!

So this marks the beginning of a collection of my thoughts, life lessons learned, health tips, and whatever else my little heart desires to write about.

My prayer is that each of my words would be like a little dose of hope, inspiring and uplifting to the soul.

 So yay, let’s do this, I’m SO excited for what’s to come!