Holiday Launch 2016 + Sale

This season doesn’t have to usher in busyness in our hearts even if it seems that way on our calendars. The holiday season…our celebrations of Thanksgiving and Christmas, are opportunities for us to remember the joy of God’s provisions, beginning with the ultimate gift of salvation through Christ coming to abide with us.

Today, we launch Holiday 2016 in GraceLaced Shoppe, with new Thanksgiving and Christmas prints, canvases, Christmas cards, and a new journal. Here are this year’s offerings…


Our Thanksgiving designs are all about gratitude and praise, in all circumstances, to the One who is worthy…

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For Christmas we invite you to join us in celebrating the birth of our Savior. The JOY we long for in this live is made possible because Christ came to ABIDE with us. We celebrate and REJOICE in a risen Christ. It’s for this joy that we TELL others, far and wide, of the hope of the gospel.

Abide With Us
Abide With Us


Finally, our favorite product all year: Hope In the Desert 2017 Calendar, created to help us to memorize scripture with 12 repurpose-able scripture memory cards and 8×10 art prints. Buy a single calendar for yourself or a discounted 4-pack to divide up and give as gifts to your family and friends. (With this week’s additional 20% sale, each calendar in the 4-pack ends up being just $30 apiece!)


Enjoy 20% off all “Holiday” category items in the Shoppe with code: BEATTHERUSH.

The sale ends at 11:59pm MDT, Sunday, October 30.

(P.S. If you are already a subscriber, be sure to open the email you received in your inbox this morning for a little free gift from us!)

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Grateful for all of you who celebrate each season with my artwork. To Him be all glory.

Because of grace,



Christmas is the beginning.

(Photo by @missannasue on Instagram) 
(Photo by @missannasue on Instagram) 

Thinking this morning: If we are weary, perhaps we are seeing Christmas Day as the finish line, rather than the starting point. He didn’t come so we would adore him at the manger but that we would surrender at the cross. 

We rush about to wrap and deliver, attend and acknowledge. And breathe a sigh of relief when it’s all done…and rightly so.

The arrival of Christ is the beginning of the end to our striving.  

So, let’s not forget, friends: Having homes and gifts prepared for Christmas morning is not our aim…receiving and surrendering His gift of redemption through his coming is.  

Because Jesus hung on a tree, there is nothing better we can find beneath ours than a surrendered heart this Christmas.    

Praise God! The baby Jesus is the beginning of our Savior King. 


O, Come Let Us Adore Him

O, come let us adore Him…

Come let us make less of ourselves and more of Emmanuel.

Come let us set aside fear and worry, and run hard after joy and peace.

Come let us stop thirsting, but find satisfaction in the stream in the desert that is the word of God.

Come let us long for eternity, and adore the One who is the author and sustainer of all things

For all of us who sometimes experience heavy hearts and misplaced hopes at Christmas, all our longings begin at the manger and are fulfilled at the Cross of…

….Christ, the Lord. 

Wishing you a blessed Christmas, from our family to yours.

Christmas Home Tour

If you all follow me on Instagram, you know that it is rarely neat and tidy around here. Occasionally, however, we do manage to get everything spruced up for company, for special occasions, and for home tours over at Life Made Lovely! I’m so honored that Heather invited me to share our home in her series…join me there and see how Christmas is looking at our house this year! 

Joy To The World Poinsettia Stationary

There’s a new item in the shoppe! I’ve created printable Christmas letter stationary from an original watercolor of poinsettias. You can download the printable for just $8, and print your Christmas stationary at home or at a local print shop like FedEx/Kinkos. I’m blessed to share my artwork with you. Thanks so much for reading the words and enjoying the art that God’s put on my heart. We are blessed to be a blessing


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Let Us Find Our Rest In Thee and the GraceLaced Mondays Link Up


For all of us who are tired of trying in our own strength.

For all of us who are worn out from chasing what was never meant to satisfy.

Jesus is the hope of nations…He’s the hope for the weary soul.

I’m praying that you will experience rest in Christ alone this Christmas. Much love to you, dear readers, as you celebrate the wonder of His coming and His coming again. Merry Christmas!


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Expectations: Come, Thou Long Expected Jesus

Expectations: Come Thou Long Expected Jesus |

Yesterday was a bit of a disaster. It was the kind of day that made me think I believed in putting my kids in front of TV for hours and hours. It was the kind of day that made me frustrated to have five noisy boys who play loud and argue louder. It was the kind of day that started with good intentions and ended with much repentance.

I could blame it on the kitchen remodel. Because yes, it is still total chaos around here. I could blame it on the first day of Christmas break. Doesn’t it seem like first day of break is always a bit weird? I could blame it on the pressure of being completely behind and unprepared for Christmas. Nope, not one present wrapped under the tree. I could blame it on the pregnancy hormones. Is it normal that I’m responding to stress with crying and nausea? I could blame it on all this…

…but ultimately, the remodel-the-boys-the-hormones-the-holidays didn’t make me have a defeating day. My expectations did.

I wanted a clean house.
I wanted cooperative children that wanted a clean house.
I wanted Christmas music playing, instead of yelling while we cleaned the house.
Do you see a theme here?
I wanted a clean house for comfort, for normalcy, for some sense of readiness for the warm, joyous occasion that is Christmas.

I’m not the only one who had expectations. Troy expected to make greater progress on wood flooring and cabinet painting. The boys expected ease. And, well, you know what my expectations were. You never realize that an expectation has become an idol until you’ve made sinful attitude choices in response to your unmet expectations.

And as the man of the house confessed his lack of patience to the boys at dinner, I looked around and realized: The first Christmas happened in a dirty stable. There were no glittering lights and scented candles. Baby Jesus was not born into the welcome of warm cookies and freshly wrapped presents. He was born to weary, but expectant hearts. He was born to trusting, obedient parents. He was born into a world in need of a full renovation.

Those who waited for Jesus’ arrival with expectancy for their own agenda were disappointed. Only the hearts that were expectant for His plan, His promise, His provision found rest and rejoicing.

I tell the boys at bedtime that we will try again tomorrow. We will try with expectant hearts…not expectant for our own selfish desires for comfort and happiness, but expectant for His.

Have a blessed weekend friends, setting your hearts in expectation of Him.