Sharing More Pictures

The next set of pictures were taken by some friends at the Jeremy Camp concert.

Zane and I somehow managed to score front row “seats” just a bit off center towards stage left. In all the effort I put forth planning this special trip, I could not have orchestrated things this well. God just sat back with a huge grin on his face watching Zane squeal in delight when things just kept getting better. Of course, I was crying on and off most of the concert. Watching Zane’s excitement and hearing him say over and over, “You are the best mom ever!” with the hugs and kisses and genuine gratitude just put me over the edge. I can’t take credit for any of it though, I think we know who gets all the glory!

I Think I Got Sidetracked

I was supposed to post about the highlight of our trip to Chicago and somehow got caught in the mud and mire of daily life. Y’know, car repairs, pipes freezing, basements flooding, that kind of stuff.

Jeremy Camp played to a sold out crowd at the House of Blues in Chicago on January 25th.

We met with some other Jeremy Camp “Campers” or “street-team” members before the show to have dinner and get to know one another. Zane was eating his chicken and fries when I hear this familiar voice say, “Hey Zane, buddy! How are you?” I look up and there’s Jeremy with his hand on Zane’s shoulder and Zane’s eyes bugging out of his head! Zane gets the card and gift he made for J and look at how wonderful this man treated my son! It was as if Zane was the only person in the room:

Working on: Getting some concert pictures up for a post.

Lay Down My Pride


Why yes, it is the name of one of my favorite Jeremy Camp songs. It hits me where it hurts.

It starts:

Every single word I say, You know it before I speak.

You know every thought, the deepest part of me.

You draw me close and then I see…

Your presence is everything I need

To be the child that You’ve created me to be.

Can I tell you something I don’t often admit? I am needy. I need to start admitting it more. But, wow…this is difficult to talk about. I don’t want to talk about it because it is true. If I tell you I’m needy you’ll see a flaw, a pretty serious one. And to know what people are like and how they judge and abuse knowledge and get all self-righteous, it is scary to admit I have a weakness.

Well of course you already know I have weaknesses and flaws. You may have already found some and are just waiting to see if they show up again. For what? To maybe feel a little better about your flaws? Oh now…wait? Don’t go there? We both have a problem, friend. It’s called pride.

Pride causes me to want to hide things. Like this being needy. I don’t want to admit that I like it when people say something nice about me or about what I write. It feels good. And yes, God did give us the Spirit so that we will encourage our siblings. And we should do that whenever we can. But when I hear praise, I don’t want it to become my reason. I don’t want to write so that my reward becomes the praise. I don’t want to write so that my reward is a blessing. I want to write to bless Him. So as my Father, He will read it, smile and say, “She did listen!”

But I am needy. And I can’t “hear” Him. So He sends a sibling in my life to put an arm around me. A sibling to say, “That’s really good.” And I feel better…for a little while. It seems to be a never ending cycle. Needy writer writes. Feels uncertainty. Must be insane. Who else is like this? Depression. Discouragement God sends approval. Feels good. Yeah…it is good, isn’t it? I should be proud of it, shouldn’t I?


Is this the point at which I’m supposed to pay attention? Did I just take the credit for what God gave me? Did I take credit for writing something? Did I just overlook the fact that God sent someone especially for me, specifically for me? Do I think I’m a better writer than someone else? Do I think I’m more deserving somehow? Is that “self-justification” kicking in? Am I believing that I am better at characterization? Plotting? Dialogue? Craft? And is that other person another writer who is writing for God??? How did I get here?


I’m ready now to see it your way

Lay Down my pride

My desires

My demise

It would be far better for me to acknowledge on a constant basis that I am nothing without that which He gives. Better for me to admit I’m needy. Because He already told me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for My power is made perfect in weakness” and I ignored Him.

Ready now to see it your way

‘Cause I’m done

I’m through

Ignoring you

Now its true

I’m kneeling at the cross of your grace

Jeremy Camp–TOMORROW in South Bend, IN!!!


Jeremy Camp

Beyond Measure and Don’t Wait

Beyond Measure is Jeremy’s latest offering and Don’t Wait is his adorable wife, Adie’s debut solo album. I’m really hoping both will perform tomorrow. (I pay good money to get my hair to match the color of hers! She’s just beautiful!) Ok, so my picture over there doesn’t reflect my color change, but honestly…I should’ve been born a redhead. I just sampled her album at her website I’ve never heard Adie sing before and I think she should let her husband know he’s going to have some comptetion in my CD player. I think I heard him in the background. And I think I read that she’s done background for him. God certainly matched Jeremy and Adie for a purpose! Oh, and those pictures on Adie’s blog of the girls…ADORABLE!

I’ve been waiting for this album! I had the pleasure of seeing Jeremy Camp last year at the Pro-Life Music Festival last summer and he was just amazing. He invited his dad on stage and they did the most beautiful rendition of Jesus Loves Me–Chicago blues style. WOW. That was something. I wish I had a copy of that to listen to! I’m hoping his dad is with him again tomorrow in South Bend.

My friend and fellow Christian fiction writer (ACFW Indiana Chapter president as well), Cara is an attorney in the same city Jeremy’s dad, Tom Camp, is pastor of Harvest Chapel I’m really hoping I can hop down to see Cara one weekend and attend a service. Maybe I’ll get to hear that Blues harmonica again!

Another surprise blessing at the concert last year, was the lady on my side of the stage who was signing, yes…Communicating in sign language, the words of Jeremy’s songs. She was dancing and singing and signing. I found myself not even able to look at the band. I was focused on this woman with such passion moving her hands in perfect rhythm to these songs that hold so much meaning and praise. It was as if everything around me had diminished. Zane wanted so bad to hear Jeremy sing “Wait” but he ended up falling asleep on the blanket I had spread on the grass. People were all around us dancing and trying to get closer to the stage while I stood straddled over my sleeping boy’s body, protecting him with my stance above him. I lifted my hand in praise and that’s when I noticed her. Stage right, with her hands raised. From that minute forward, I couldn’t see anything else. She moved her hands faster with certain words and then drug them slowly through the air when Jeremy held a note.

The two songs I remember most vividly are “Breathe” and “Lay Down My Pride” I’m listening to “Breathe” right now and I can still see her moving her hands and arms with such grace and passion. Her facial expressions when she signed to “Lay Down My Pride” brought tears to my eyes.

I don’t know if she’s with Jeremy or with the Pro-Life Festival. I’m hoping she’s with Jeremy so I can see the beauty of it all again tomorrow.

And Zane will certainly not fall asleep before he gets to see Jeremy…He’s playing at around one in the afternoon.

(I just ran a spell check and it kept asking me if I want to replace “Jeremy’s” with “germ’s” LOL. Somehow Germ Camp just doesn’t sound right!)