Years ago if someone had asked to feature my Thanksgiving Table with you all… I would've wanted to run out Pottery Barn and buy all the pretty, impressive things.

But the truth is… this table shows the essence of me & my thankful heart far more than a perfectly curated tablescape ever could. It is mismatched, vintage, and random, but I suppose that's a little bit of who I am & each piece tells a story, inviting the loved ones from our past and present to our table. 

The plates are a collection of my Great Granny's from London. The linen napkins were handed down from my husband side. The teapot, my mother's heirloom.  The antlers, from my man who takes providing for his family with unmatched conviction, the wooden spoon, a gift from a dear friend serving God in Mozambique. The decor...foraged by Mila and I in the city. And these gorgeous handmade bowls created by artisans through Bought Beautifully {I cannot WAIT to share more on these}.

But quickly! I wanted to share my {rare/improbable} thankful table this year:

  • First, I am thankful for less. Our culture is constantly calling us to want more, more, more. But unless it's my toddler asking for more broccoli, the only thing I want more of right now is my Savior. We are expecting A baby in March, so it seems only logical as our family expands to cut our belongings & square footage in half. :-) But there is something so freeing about cutting the clutter, the noise, and being content right where we are at with half of what we had before. 

  • I'm thankful that my husbands meniscus tore. Ok that sounds sick. {I promise I love my spouse}. The truth is…the timing of an inevitable surgery the day after we moved seemed almost comically terrible at the time, but it has forced my hard-working husband to slow and not have to travel as much. So if it had to happen...the timing had a silver lining.

The Bonus: instead of him commuting an hour back-and-forth every day like he did in Milwaukee … We pick him up and take him to work.

Every morning.

And Mila gets to snuggle her daddy. It's priceless. And there's nothing more tender than intentional time. 

  • Guys. For the first time in all of our married life we are actually able to sit down and have dinner as a family. Not because we didnt want to or strive for it. But our entire married life, he was in seminary until late at night, I was teaching at my art school, or he was working as a therapist. We've never done the traditional dinner thing. Until now. And we LOVE it. Which also means for the first time in our married life… I am learning to cook & I'm actually excited about cooking {well, most nights :-) }. 
  • I am thankful for moving and stretching. My heart sunk and shattered at the idea of closing the art studio. Our sense of community and our hometown are a huge part of my soul. But I knew in moving me out of state and my comfort zone, God had bigger and better ideas for my pillow of comfort that I all too often rested my head upon. Is it weird that I am loving the growing pains I am currently feeling? More time in prayer and leaning on Him. That just one day spent with my college roommates here, after 10 years apart, could fill me up emotionally for the rest of the entire week!?

  • I am thankful for loss. Please don't misunderstand me. I craved and loved the baby we lost with all of my being. And not a day goes by where I wonder what it would be like to meet that precious love in heaven someday. But sometimes in a broken world, the outcome is not what we wish for. But I am greatful for a God who sees me and makes beauty of my agony. The way my God nurtured, held me and met Nick and I in our marriage. That experience gave me something pure and unshakable I could never have learned on my own. 

  • Regardless of how overwhelming the election months felt...I am grateful for an opportunity to listen to loved ones that had differing opinions than my own and learn on an entirely different level, what it means to love in indifference. Its hard guys. But I am so thankful for it.

  • And of course. For our precious Mila, friends, family, and these tiny, tender kicks I am feeling at 1am as I write this. God is really so sweet.

Finally, I am so thankful for the women and men that are leaving the world more in love with God and life than they found it. Companies like Bought Beautifully are not only providing jobs, but with every artisan are intentionally encouraging & sharing the gospel.

And every piece tells a story.

Example: Check out these incredible bowls. {Words From the Company}: "These Barro Bowls are handmade with "barro" (clay) harvested from the mountaintops of Honduras and accented with a rim of intricately woven pine straw and thread. Not only does this bowl provide employment for the artisan who made it, but it also provides them with an opportunity to be discipled by the ministry they work with. For some this is their first or only opportunity to truly learn about Jesus."

It sure is a beautiful reminder every time we use them to be thankful for how little or how much we have. And how we measure what we have, versus who we are in Christ.

That said...I would LOVE to know what you are thankful for this season. Please Share!

And if you have a moment, please also check out the Thankful Tables of Bought Beautifully & my dear sisters, {speakers and bloggers} Teresa and Molly as they share their thankful tables!

I so appreciate you taking the time to engage with a part of my heart on your busy Monday.

Happy Thanksgiving! #LiveOutLOVE


T A P E S T R Y magazine

"Depression, Anxiety, Comparison, Grief, Chronic Illness, Worry - these chains are real, but Freedom is Ours..." - THE TAPESTRY MAGAZINE

As of late, the more I work in fabric, I have completely been enraptured by the medium of textiles.

Rich, lustrous fabrics, bold colours, and textures.

Especially the woven beauty of intricate Tapestry. A myriad of beautiful pieces, coming together to tell one greater story.

And this.

{{On a faith-FULL, Truth abounding, beauty and awe-inspiring level}}

This is exactly what the Tapestry Magazine is all about. {{I was thrilled to get a sneak peek at this publication last week and I have been over-the-moon to share with you!}}

It is a magazine for the mind, body, and spirit that you will be inspired by, I assure you. 

Like a well-crafted tapestry, this LIBERTY issue is a gorgeous collection of different real-life stories and stunning captures, woven together in love. Thoughts steeped in TRUTH and hope and joy and soul-quenching honesty, with bits and pieces of stunning captures, creativity, and even nourishing recipes as well!

A little bit of everything.

I would love to know what you think! And I pray that your heart is as encouraged as mine was.

You can find your copy Here!

Be blessed today friends. 


***This post is sponsored by THE TAPESTRY Magazine, but all opinions are my own***

An Incredible Man...A Story Only God Could Create.

Today marks a birthday for a man very special in my life. 

An Incredibly special man.

A man that has conquered the world in my eyes. Everything he does is magnificent and everyone he meets is touched by his presence. 

Yes, we celebrate another year...but not just any year. 

A year that has overcome unmatched odds... A story that only God could create. 

If it weren't for the grace of God, he wouldn't be the vibrant living man he is today. 

This man is my father.  (I am about to gush with pride, so I apologize in advance :)


William Colin Marris was born August 10th, 61 years ago today.

A brilliant child. 

His passions were reading and history, even at a young age. His mother talks about how she would hold up a book of the presidents and as an infant, he could point to each one and tell you their name. 

A boy who, when President Kennedy was shot, a previous teacher of his took down the president's photo in their classroom and sent it to my father, with an inscription on the back reading, "Someday this will be you." 

Growing up, he was the lead singer in a rhythm and blues band that played the very first Milwaukee Summer Fest, now the world's largest music festival.

(That's him, on top :) 


In  business, he took the insurance world by storm. Starting out, he doubled his successes every year for the first six years.

He took a fledgling company that was about to go bankrupt and in the following year made it the top producing agency in the country!

CEO and President of the oldest insurance agency in Milwaukee.

Member of MENSA. 

Officer in the US Navy.


Incredible Runner and Body Builder.  

(Dad with my beautiful momma :) 


President of the Waukesha County Republican party. 

Elder at his church. 

Founder of Circuit Rider Ministries.  (Read More About This HERE)

Loving son, brother, uncle,  husband, father, grandfather... 

Truly friends with everyone he meets. 

 I could go on and on... 


You see, this man does nothing small. God gave him a huge heart and a passion to share that heart with everyone he meets. 

He has been extraordinarily successful by the world's standards and has a genius IQ...but is also one of the wittiest and most fun people I know as well...a rare combination. 


To me, although his successes are great by the world standards... even if he had never accomplished a single one of these feats, he would still be one of the most inspiring men I have ever met because of his passion for his Lord.

He has always been one of my very best friends.



And his story of re-birth begins here...Christmas eve, 2001.

We had just had the most memorable Christmas to date. Being Mr. Christmas, my father had truly "decked the halls" to no avail. All 13 Christmas trees were lit, the magic of Christmas was in the air.

After opening our gifts and the family retired to bed, my pops and I sat in the living room reflecting ove the evening as we both adore this time of year. 

With a twinkle in his eye my father exclaimed, "Tonight was magical. If I died tonight, I would die a happy man." 

Little did he know, a few short hours later...he would suffer a massive heart attack and would medically be considered "dead." 


Right before his heart stopped beating in the ambulance, my pops began to pray, 

"Into thy hands I commit my spirit."  

Never a moment of fear. Never a moment of questioning whether heaven or the Lord existed. My father will tell you today that he had an incredible peace. A peace that passes all understanding.

He knew in the depths of his soul that not only that he was dying, but he knew exactly where he was going. 


My pops was resuscitated immediately thereafter and was rushed to the city for the best care in the state. 

Overcoming incredible odds (ecoli infection, pneumonia, as well as several other attacks to his immune system) dad survived.

Since that time, dad has counted 11 times that he should have been pronounced dead. 

Every morning that he gets out of bed he utters the words, "Thank you Jesus for another day." 

Experiencing him and his larger than life personality, you would never guess this was his story.

The Lord has given him a special gift....LIFE...again, and again, and again.

And he has dedicated his LIFE to share his story. God's story.

Today is a special day that brings tears of joy to my eyes and praise in my soul. 

I share this story with you, not just to celebrate this miracle of life...but to give glory to the one who gave it to him... 

This man truly affects the lives of everyone he meets. His life is a testimony.

He blesses their hearts, he blesses our family's hearts and he blesses mine. 

I praise God Daily for his story. His life. 

The HAPPIEST of Birthdays to my father.

A man of God. My friend. My hero.


The world is a more beautiful place because of you.



Happy Birthday Pops!!!