Dear Excited Ali...


Most of my life, I never considered myself an ‘artist’...because I never thought I was good enough at drawing. I was a musician, photographer and writer, but never equated these outlets as art.

Now I realize how silly that was.

A couple years ago, I took a HUGE step and not only attempted drawing my first face, but I posted it for everyone to see. I was so nervous about what other people would think of my art. I wish I could speak to my younger self from the experience that I’ve gained now. If I could, I would say:

Dear Excited Ali,
I’m so happy that you are expressing yourself through color and lines. You are going to have many years to explore and master the things that bring you joy. As you share with the world, please be prepared for the following:

1. Every time you post something, you risk being judged by someone else’s standard. Don’t allow their judgement to squash the joy you feel from how YOU create.

2. When you’re inspired by someone else’s work, you risk being accused of ‘copying.’ Continue to honor the people who inspire you by always sharing who they are and don’t shrink back from trying new things from other people.

3. If you start to grow and attract people who enjoy what you share, you risk triggering insecurities in other artists and may have unkind things said to you. Don’t allow their words to cut you. These folks are hurting and speak out of a fear of lack...that there is not enough to go around.

Continue to bless. Continue to model humility and love. Continue to be a champion of community. Here’s it in a nutshell...


Little Bit Wiser Ali

Most things have been done, but they have not yet been done by YOU.
— Elizabeth Gilbert

Let this be a memorial...


I have been staring at sections of jumbled letters and numbers for a couple months now. The formulas on screen made manifest from a divinely inspired idea in my mind. The idea that I could have a place to call home in the spaces of matrix. These sleepless nights and days of persevering to increase web-building knowledge...were all for the purpose of growth. To have a greater impact on more people who need healing and joy in their lives.

We could all use a little more of that, couldn't we?

Joy. That is what I want to be known for. Unwavering joy. I want to be known as the Joy Sharer. I want to show you how much joy can be squeezed out of every minute of the day. 

And as I sit here, about to click a simple button to make it all happen, I am overwhelmed. Fears start to creep in and unsolicited thoughts of future failure begin to lap. Round and round they go and I lose my breath and water begins to escape the soul-windows...

Where did this come from? Why do I feel completely vulnerable? Naked?

For a moment I have forgotten.

In humility, I cry out to Jesus for comfort and am found. I find so much peace in simply thinking about Him and His goodness...meditating on His faithfulness towards me in every single past situation. My heart sings with absolute confidence, "Great is THY faithfulness..." 

The storm in my head is quieted by His voice gently reminding me that HE has been the source of my joy always. I am reminded of all the ideas for my site that HE gave to me in the night via dreams. I am reminded of HIS HEART for people to experience the healing & joy that only comes from Him...that He shared His heart with me and that's why I desire to see people living abundantly. 

Overwhelming fear turns to overwhelming gratitude and this is holy ground and there must be rocks somewhere so I can build a memorial for my God...

Content blocks become my rocks and forged from code and pages, I build a website altar...where I will present my offerings to Him. Always first, for Him.

I dedicate this site to my Lord and my Love. The man who found me worthy enough of death and who is after my whole heart. Jesus, the One anointed with the Oil of Gladness above all others...the original Joy Sharer.

May this website bring healing and joy to everyone that visits it.


be intentional...


This has been my chorus lately...sung a cappella. No brass, no strings. The song in my heart, not to long ago had switched to a minor key with dissonances unlike me. Verses scattered and off-beat. God…why the melancholy?!? Like a maddened conductor trying to keep sections in my orchestra-head unified…ministry leader, wife and daughter, homeschool mamma and main income-provider. Each wanting a solo part. Each section getting louder and louder. And I wave my ‘stick’ in the air motioning everything to stop.

Just STOP!

Silence. One can hear the air.

‘Be intentional…’ I whisper to myself with eyes closed, shielding me from anything that could be a distraction.

‘Be intentional…’

Intentional with my children and husband. Intentional with my gifts. Intentional with my relationships. Intentional in sharing with you. It’s been a little quiet on YouTube…I know. I want you to know that I’m ok. I’m more than ok. I am so hopeful and joyous for the new opportunities coming.

Sometimes we need to unplug and reflect. Sometimes we need to watch the sunset…5 nights in a row. Sometimes we need to have a real conversation with a real voice. Sometimes we need to feel human again. These are things that I have been very intentional about. And I pray you can be intentional in your life too… I stand behind the podium, baton in hand.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

A new composition unfolds. 

Inked Grace


It's time to coat the paper in ink. 
It's time to practice what I preach.
Sitting down to let words flow, unhindered here in pages bound. Pre-meditated colored water opens the soul to receive this medicine. And I open wide...

What is it today that I need to let go? What is it today that He will bestow?

A beautiful exchange daily I need and now I embrace this grace.