God is good and holy. I am not good or holy. I am a sinner. Jesus became sin. Through his death and resurrection, God declares me as righteous. . . . I am not righteous, but God declares me as righteous. Jesus was not sinful but became sin. Jesus became what I am, so that … Continue reading Righteous?

I don't know if this is still the case, but when I was in high school, everyone signed your yearbook thusly, "Don't change!". It could, but didn't have to, include the following, "For n-e-one" (that's "for anyone" for those of you playing at home). Recently, I've been given advice from a friend that claims just the … Continue reading The lamest advice I’ve ever received

I'm restless.      Questioning.               Seeking. Not questioning my beliefs, but more my place in them. I'm not sure of my place, so I'm holding on the my place of the past. It doesn't jive well anymore. I know there are changes that must be made (mostly just growing up … Continue reading Restlessness

Weary, burdened wanderer, there is rest for thee at the feet of Jesus in His love, so free. Listen to His message, words of life, forever blest. Oh, thou heavy-laden, come to me, come and rest. There is freedom, taste and see. Hear the call, come to me. Run into His arms of grace. Your … Continue reading Come to Me — Lauren Chandler

I saw this on SoulPancake, and just started writing. Hey you. I know it's a weird time right now, and I know you feel unsettled. That's scary. I know you're hurt, and I know that no one else knows. Don't try to go it alone. It's too hard. It's too hard to tear down the walls … Continue reading To my 10-year-old self

1. Breathe2. Never stop singing. 3. Make it about the music, not you. A friend of mine (who is an incredible musician, conductor, and composer. . .yes, it's quite possible she'll read this. I hope she does) sent that to me when I told her about a practice session panic moment I had where I was so … Continue reading Never stop singing

When I was in high school, I was sure of only one thing -- I was a horn player. I loved it. It was the only thing where I put every ounce of effort I had into it (ok. Maybe not all the time, but we won't mention that first all-state audition where I didn't … Continue reading No, really. I’m a horn payer.

Sometimes, my words get in the way. Tonight, I'll let others speak for me. "When I passed by you again and saw you, behold, you were at the age for love, and I spread the corner of my garment over you and covered your nakedness; I made my vow to you and entered into a … Continue reading Words