About Me


I’m Mel, and I’m the one who does the heart-spilling in this space. I’m a follower of my Father, a wife, a mama, and a friend…and each of these titles means more to me than I can ever put into words, which says something for a word-lover like me.

I’m always game for some good coffee and chocolate, preferably shared with a  sweet friend over a long chat. I’m also a semi-distance runner (5ks seem to be my thing) and a guitar-strumming, often-belting-out-tunes, musician. (I may or may not be guilty of breaking into song in the produce section when I late-night grocery shop.)


I’m married to a pretty awesome guy who puts up with my quirks and loves me in spite of the fact that I am his complete opposite. (Thank you, Myers-Briggs, for confirming that fact for us.) 😉 He works hard so I can stay home with our daughter, he makes me laugh, he travels to the ends of the earth with me. He’s a treasure.


You can almost always find me spending my days with the other love of my life, my sweet girl, who just turned three. She is the one who gave me the precious title of Mama, and I love her more and more every day. We love and laugh, we dance and sing, we even share coffee. (Yes, she’s been known to steal my coffee mug and take a drink. Or twelve.)


My husband and I have a heart for overseas missions and making a difference no matter where we are. Several mission trips early in our lives and marriage led to the adventure of a lifetime…five years in Indonesia. It changed us forever, and while that part of our lives is over, it will still come up in this space. In fact, I’m working on a book about our time there…and you’d better believe there will be stories about life, love, and the first time I used a squatty potty. (I can’t wait to share it with all of you soon!)


But for now, this is life…this is our rhythm and dance, and we’re learning it slowly, even if it means not-always-beautiful and sometimes, downright-messy. It’s the life we’ve been given, and we choose to embrace each day and give thanks for the blessings that have been poured on us.

Thanks for coming along for the ride…I hope you’ll stop by often.