This blog is to give you an insight, or a behind the scenes look at the lyrics to a song I wrote for my husband for our 20 year Anniversary, which we just celebrated on June 22, 2015’.  After you read the blog, please check out my photo montage I made of the song on my website.

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I was a teenager when I met my husband.   How crazy does that sound?  19 years old when I started working for the phone company in 1990.  Fresh out of high school and a single mom looking for full time work.

Gene says he remembers the first time seeing me the day I walked into the office.   I don’t remember much about that day except for the fact that I was a terrified teenager entering a world of angry employees working for the phone company for one too many years.

Gene and I worked in cubicles sitting one on each side with a cubicle wall between us.   I don’t remember having an actual introduction.   My first memory of him is when he would call my extension, I would answer saying “This is Yvette” and he would say “Wanna kiss?” and then he would hang up the phone and throw Hershey’s kisses over the cubicle and they would hit me right on the head.   And my very first thoughts were – “Wow, what a weirdo.”  And then I would happily eat my candy. J   Hence, (lyrics) “The crazy thing’s you’d do for my attention.”

Another time that he so fondly remembers, was when he came up to my cube, and asked me about my hot pink name plate and I gave him a very detailed explanation about my previous job and where and how I made it with my very own hands.   And really all he heard was blah blah blah blah blah, as he says that he was just so mesmerized by all my prettiness!  Ha! (I’m rolling my eyes)



But both of us were in previous relationships and I never really had an inclination that he was interested in me.   There was always some flirtation, and I often caught him looking at me, but I never thought anything of it until the one day out of the blue, he asked me out on a date.   We always took breaks and lunches together, so spending time with him was not strange or anything, but I remember when he asked me if I wanted to go out with him the following evening, my response was “In the night time??” and he said “Uh yes.”  And I said “Uh – ok.”   And I remember walking away thinking, “Wow, he just asked me out. Hmmm.”

So our first date was at the Chili Pepper in downtown Denver.   Gene was and always has been a VERY funny and witty guy, and so of course our first and many dates after were always spent laughing, at God only knows what.   Granted we always had a couple of drinks together, but truthfully, we would be laughing even before the drinking.   Our times at work together were always spent laughing as well and I found myself always wanting to be with him, just to feel the way I felt with him and especially because he made me laugh.   (lyrics) “All the time that we’d spend laughing for no reason.”

During that time in my life, I was going through some very hard times, not only as a single mom, but grieving the loss of my niece who had died of SIDS and also my grandfather who had also just passed.   I often tease Gene that he was attracted to “depression” apparently, because that was one of my strongest traits back in the 90’s.  These were the early times in our relationship where (lyrics) “he dried my tears and stood beside me.”  And there were many, many, many more years to come where he would be there for me time after time.

I heard just recently someone say, that marriage to them was another way of serving, and another opportunity that God gives them to serve someone else.    That really resonated with me and could not be more true where our marriage is concerned.   We are just celebrated our 20 year anniversary this year, and I, by no means, claim to be an expert on marriage.  But I can tell you all the traits in my husband, that made me fall in love with him, and keep me in love with him still, 20 years later.

Mark 10:45 “For even the son of man did not come to be served, but to serve, and to give His life as a ransom for many.”  It was something beautiful and amazing when the creator of the universe came to earth and served humanity.  The traits that He taught us on how we should live and how we should serve others, Gene has ALWAYS had.   And I know to others and when you read this, you are probably going to think and say that I am very spoiled as a woman and wife, because of all that Gene has done for me.   And though it may make ME look bad to people here on earth, because I am the recipient of Gene’s service, I think in God’s eyes, Gene is the type of husband that God desires all men to be, and that He will one day say to Gene “Well done, thy good and faithful servant.”

When Gene and I’s friendship began back in the 90’s, we were friends and co-workers in the workplace.   As I said, I was a single mom back then, and I was at the very bottom of the totem pole at US West, and I used to have to work the night shift.   Gene however, was higher up on the totem pole and he was able to get earlier hours.   So even before we started dating, he offered many times to work my night shifts so that I could have day hours to be home with my son in the evenings.   On the times when I did have to work the night shifts or he was unable to switch with me , he would always walk me to my car before  dark so that I could move my car closer to the building so I wouldn’t have to walk the 5 blocks by myself at 11:00 at night.

After we started dating, there were countless times I remember him bringing me lunch before he would leave work, or surprise me with a pack of Twinkies that I so loved back then.  TwinkiesOne incident however that completely blew me away was one evening, when I had no gas in my car, and I was working until 11:00 at night.  I shared with him over the phone that I was worried I might not make it home because I was running on empty, and he came all the way back to work with his tank of gas that he used to fill his lawn mower, found my car, and filled it with the gas so that I was sure to make it home that night.   And then he came up to the office to say hi to me.   Believe me, when I say that NO MAN had ever done anything like that for me before.  I dated guys who would expect me to pay for dinner at times.  Who conveniently forgot my phone # whenever my birthday or Valentine’s day rolled around or would get angry and annoyed with me when I got a flat tire and they had to change it for me.  I really never dated anyone who showed me any type of kindness.  Needless to say, I fell in love.

Throughout our marriage, Gene has always found ways to serve me, and has always put my feelings before his own.   He has sacrificed so much for me and has lost so much because of me.  I have seen the pain he has endured because of relationships he has lost and I often times have felt so guilty because of it, that I have even offered to let him go because his sacrifice was too great.   But he has always been very committed to me and promises over and over that he will never leave me and that our marriage is his priority.    (lyrics) “And everything you had to lose, because of me.” But Gene has always believed that God can heal and will restore the relationships he has lost. He has so much faith and hope in God and never stops praying.   It breaks my heart to see his pain, but we have come to a place where we are just so very thankful to God for all He has done, for all He has blessed us with and for the people in our lives who love us and enjoy being around us.

Gene has never forgotten a birthday, an anniversary, the day of our first date, or the song that was playing the day he finally kissed me for the first time.   (Which by the way, is the song that plays at the very end, when the song changes to a slow song.  This is the song by ELVIS Presley that was playing on the day of our very first kiss.  “Loving Arms” is the name of that song.

The way that Gene surprises me with gifts, candy, flowers, or builds me a flower bed at a whim, helps me when I get overwhelmed, tends to our house, fixes anything that breaks, works on the lawn, cleans the garage, builds me a shelving unit or new desk, does the dishes, makes the bed and makes my lunch, runs for the umbrella to escort me to my car in the rain, opens the door for me, takes me to fancy restaurants, or takes me for ice cream in his hot Camaro – are all ways that he serves me daily in our marriage.



He has literally shown me what it means to love someone more than yourself and to give with your whole heart and soul.   And it makes me want to be a better wife and to give to him as much as he gives to me.   Not because I owe him for all that he does, but because I want to be that kind of servant in our marriage just as he is to me.   Nothing I do for him compares to all that he does, which is why I write “I may never understand why you chose to love me, and I never saw what you saw in me.”   But I do plan to keep the promises I made, and to do my best to serve him as well as he has served me for 20 plus years.   I thank God for Gene every single day.   I am blessed more than I deserve.   And I am thankful.

Click here to hear my song, “Promises” .


“The Cross”


So much has been written about “the cross” and there are so many beautiful songs about the cross that I just truly love.   But what is it about the cross that is so fascinating?   What does the cross signify for you?

When you think about the simplicity of two wooden boards nailed together and for the purpose of crucifixion it really is a gruesome image.  Yet, because of what Christ did on that cross more than 2000 years ago, makes the whole image completely different.  There is now beauty in the cross, not because of what it is, but because of what Christ did.

When I look at a cross, whether it be a picture on the wall, a standing figurine, a pendant on a necklace, a full fledged hanging cross or even a person’s tattoo of a cross, I see LOVE. Yes, I am quickly reminded of the pain and suffering that was endured, but at the same time, I see LOVE. I remember that Christ made a choice to endure what He did, and that He didn’t have to. How quickly He could have removed Himself from the cross, and stopped the agony that He was enduring.   But He knew there was a purpose.   He knew that I needed a Savior. He knew that I needed redemption.   He LOVED me so much that He allowed it to continue.   He LOVED me so much that He took the pain, the insults, the beatings, the humiliation, the mocking, and the brutality of it all.

When I see a cross, I am humbled.   I am literally moved and eternally grateful, that the God of the universe LOVED me enough to take my place.   That kind of LOVE is beautiful.   That kind of LOVE is eternal. That kind of LOVE worth living for.

I love the cross and all that it stands for, but more importantly, I LOVE the man who died on the cross and took the punishment that was meant for me. I LOVE the fact that my God came down in human flesh to live, teach, love, heal, comfort, have relationship with us, die and raise again from the dead so that I may have life, and have it more abundantly.

That is what I see when I look at a cross.   What does the cross mean to you?

There are two songs that I wrote and that I love to sing at this time of year. “Beauty of the Cross” and “He Came With a Purpose”.   Please visit my website and take a listen.


May you have a wonderful and blessed Easter Season!

Valentine’s 2015′

It is always interesting to read back on the early origins of any holiday, and Valentine’s Day is one that certainly dates itself back many centuries.  In our society today, Valentine’s is a very “couples” oriented holiday.   It is also very commercialized, guilt driven, and can often times be very depressing for people who may not be in a romantic relationship.   But over the years, I’ve come to think of Valentine’s Day as a great excuse to show GOD’S love.   So many verses in the Bible tell us of God’s love for us and how we should love one another, not just those we are romantically involved with.

1 John 4:19

We love because He first loved us.

Luke 6:35

Love your enemies, do good to them, and lend to them without expecting anything back.

1 Corinthians 13:4-8

Love is patient, love is kind.  It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.  It is not rude, it is not self seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.  Love does not delight in evil, but rejoices with truth.  It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.  Love never fails.

1 Corinthians 13:13

And now these three remain:  faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.

Ephesians 4:2

Be completely humble and gentle; be patient, bearing with one another in love.

1 Peter 4:8

Above all, love each other deeply, because love covers a multitude of sins.

1 John 4:7

Dear friends, let us love one another, for love comes from God.  Everyone who loves has been born of God and knows God.

Love isn’t just for couples.  If you’re like me, and you fall short of showing love to those around you from time to time, think of Valentine’s Day as a good excuse for you to show love to someone – anyone.  I have teenage boys who aren’t always receptive to daily “love” but on Valentine’s day they seem to always accept what I have to give.  Even if it’s a simple handmade note, a homemade cake or cookies, they always seem willing to receive it on Valentine’s Day.  So I make it a point to give a little something on Valentines.  Never anything expensive, just a little treat to show my love for them.   Even showing a little extra love to my dog is always well received.

But you can show love to anyone.   Give a call to a friend you haven’t talked to in a while, maybe forgive someone you’ve been holding a grudge against for a while.   Hand out Valentines to your neighbors like you used to do in school.  Wish your mom and dad a Happy Valentine’s Day. Go visit your grandma.   Send a text or email to your siblings.  Or how about this?  Talk to God and tell Him how much you love Him.   He is in fact the creator of LOVE and has shown the greatest love there is to us.  He desires to be with us and commune with us every day, how about giving Him some time on Valentine’s,  and say something like….  “I Love you Lord, on Valentine’s and always”.

Just remember, LOVE can be shown to anyone and should be given to everyone.  Don’t get trapped in the commercialism of Valentine’s Day, or the fantasy that it is just for couples.  Valentine’s can be a great way to show anyone you care about them and give a little LOVE.

Wishing you and those you love, a Happy Valentine’s Day!

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Remembering 9/11

Everyone has their story own story of what they remember about 9/11.  I’d like to share with you how my day went on 9/11/01. 

9/11 started as a very normal day for me.  My kids were very young and we were getting them ready for school and we were getting ready to work.  My husband and myself both worked in Downtown Denver in high rise buildings and at that time was no big deal for us.  My husband was in a building about 20 stories high and I worked at the Republic Plaza, which was the tallest building in Downtown Denver, at 56 stories high.  I was on the 26th floor at the time.  Ironically, the Republic plaza looks very much like the World Trade Center in New York City, but being a single building and not having a twin tower.  

As I was getting ready to leave the house and was literally opening the front door to step out, my husband said “Look at the t.v., something is happening in New York.”  So I stopped.  There was a commercial so I waited until they came back and then we saw the footage of the World Trade Center on fire.   Just as the newscaster was saying that a plane had hit the World Trade Center another plane came into view on the screen and I said “Look there’s another one.”  And I pointed with my finger and followed it as it smashed into the other World Trade Tower.  As our eyes widened and our mouths dropped in horror, my 4 year son started yelling “Why did they do that to your building mom?  Why did that plane crash into your building?”  The thoughts in my mind immediately were “Oh my God, oh my God ~ dear God, dear God, dear God.”  I explained to my son that it WAS NOT MOMMY’S building and after he was reassured, I went off to work.

As I drove to work I called my mom from my cell phone to tell her what was going on. The radios by this time were all reporting on what just happened and so I listened intently the entire way.   As I got to work and entered the elevator, I remember running into a co-worker and asking how she was and she grumbled something about being at work another day, and I told her “You don’t know what just happened do you?”  And she said “No what?”   As we got on the elevator with another gentlemen to go to our floors, I started telling her what had happened and both her and the man just stared at me like I was a crazy person telling them how two planes deliberately drove into the tallest buildings in New York City.   And as we got off on the 26th floor, the other man in the elevator with us, held his hand out to keep the doors from closing and said “You mean like a small little aircraft right?” and I said “No, like a 747.”  Then the elevator doors closed with him just standing there in shock as the elevator took him up to his floor.

By the time we got to our desks, our supervisor had her small t.v. playing and I could hear the news coming through.   We were the early birds of the office, so there were very few people there at 7:30 a.m. Denver time and we all started to congregate and talk about what just happened.  As we talked, the first tower began to collapse on the small little t.v. that we were all watching.  Again all of us were in disbelief. 

Not even thinking that we were in danger in Colorado, our manager came into the office in a state of alarm and started telling everyone “Go home! Everybody needs to leave!”  And we really had no idea why.   She had not yet gotten word from the building to evacuate but she didn’t care, she just said “I don’t want any of our employees in this building today.”   Her wit surprises me, even today, that she had the wits about her to evacuate, when you hear stories about the people in the World Trade Center who were not evacuating even as their building was on fire.  So we all gathered up our things and headed out to the elevators to leave the building.

It was the oddest feeling.  It was 8:00, maybe 8:30 in the morning and by this time, several buildings were starting to evacuate their employees.  There were literally hundreds of people walking back to the parking garages as others were just making their way to work and looking at everyone leaving in total confusion.  I remember the quiet of that morning.  Aside from my manager demanding everyone leave, it was relatively quiet.  Everyone walking quietly to their cars and when someone asked what was going on, they would say in almost a whisper “They are evacuating the buildings.  You should probably go back home.”

As I drove home, I made the decision to pick up my kids from school.  I pondered the fact that they are just kids, and that they should have a normal day, but in my mind I kept saying “This is NOT a normal day, and I want my kids to live this day out in their home with me.”   As I picked up my 4 year old from preschool, the teachers were very much confused as I and many other moms were there taking their kids home.   And trying to whisper and not alarm the kids, they were asking what was going on.  I remember whispering to one, that by this time both towers collapsed and the pentagon had been hit.  I remember feeling bad for the teachers, because if not all parents came, they had to stay at work with the kids who were left and they had no outlet to hear what was going on, and even if they did, they didn’t want to scare the children by having it on. 

I left to the Middle School to pick up my older son.   The office told me where he was and that it was ok to go get him myself.  Which that alone was unusual, but I suppose so many parents were coming that they didn’t have enough student volunteers to fetch the kids any longer.   So I made my way to his classroom.  As I went in the rowdy teens and pre-teens were in an uproar and charged me with questions.  “Is it true planes crashed into buildings?  Are there more planes out there crashing?   Can you take me home with you?”  I don’t remember what other things they were asking but I do remember that I didn’t answer them, as I saw the teacher watching and giving me a look, not to say too much or anything at all.   So I just said “Sorry I can only take MY kid home.” And they all groaned.

In the car I explained to my kids the best I could what was going on and how they evacuated us from the buildings downtown.   Their dad however worked for the phone company, and they did not allow their employees to leave.   We’ve tried for years to see both sides of that.   While we understand how vital it was for phones to be operating that day, we also had a fear that the terrorists would target the Communications industry for that very reason – to keep us from communicating.  We half heartedly laugh, because his supervisors simply went around closing the blinds on the windows, as if that would comfort any employees there still working.

At home I was glued to the television and relaying information to my husband what was going on since he had no way of knowing.   But after hours and hours of watching, my 4 year old started crying and saying “I don’t want to watch the burning buildings anymore Mommy!  Turn it off.”  And so we found some videos of Barney for him to watch the rest of the day.   This made it difficult when his daddy came home and wanted to see more footage of what had happened throughout the day and my son was still refusing to have it on the t.v.   It was too disturbing for his 4 year old mind to comprehend and from that point, we only watched when he was occupied elsewhere. 

We had received a call from our pastor that he was going to be on a local station and to tune in and for all of us to be on our knees in prayer.  We watched and prayed just as he asked.  Though I had been praying that entire day, from the very first attack, until the billows of smoke in the darkness were still rising from the ground.

Our lives from that moment changed.  There was a fear now that was never there before.  Just going to work the next day and all the days ahead that I had to enter a high rise building, there was a fear.   We had plans to go to Disney World in October, and there was now a fear to travel and get on an airplane.  There was a fear to enter a very public venue. 

But though there was this never before fear in our lives, there was also a great deal of prayer.  A continual prayer of thanksgiving, for the lives that were spared, a prayer of comfort for the families who lost loved ones, a prayer of compassion and peace for those who lost their lives, a prayer for strength for those working to find survivors, a prayer for love, that hatred would not consume those left to grieve and rebuild and a prayer of repentance, that those who had lost their way, would find their way back into relationship with God.

As I said before, I was very impacted by 9/11.  The next day as I went back to work I remember that EVERY SINGLE computer had an American Flag taped to the back of it.  As you walked anywhere in the building, every desk had a flag hanging in remembrance.  From that day on, evacuation plans were not only implemented but heavily enforced in the building.  Twice a year we did FULL evacuations and had to make the walk down the 26 flights of stairs and to our evacuation points.  Any time I am EVER in a stairwell, I always think of the people who went down, not just 26 flights, but some 50, 60 or even 100 flights.  And then after their legs felt the pain of that walk, had to run from the building that collapsed around them.   How horrifying.

My heart breaks for those innocent lives lost that day.  My heart breaks for their families.  My heart breaks for the survivors.  The  innocent people who boarded the planes that day.  Innocent people who just went to work that morning.  The innocent people who had to jump from the burning buildings hundreds of stories to their death.   My heart breaks for all of you.

I wrote the song “We’ll Always Remember 9/11” as a way to share my grief as an outsider who just observed from my home in Denver, Colorado.  Knowing that those directly impacted felt it much deeper. But we all were affected, and this song is my way of saying –  I will NEVER forget that day.  God was there that day, and He is still healing today.  Trauma can last a lifetime, but God is a HEALER. 

9/11/01 was NOT a normal day for any of us.  I was able to come home from work that day, when so many were not.  I am so deeply sorry for the loss of so many innocent people and their families.   My prayers are always with you.


Please watch my video feel free to share on your Social Media pages if you still remember 9/11 and were as deeply impacted as I was. 



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“Thanking God for the “good days”.

Is it ever going to get better?  How long will I be in this valley?  Why does this keep happening to me? 

Do these phrases ever go through your head?  If your life is anything like mine, I find myself saying these things more often than I like.   Why does it seem like there are always more BAD days than good?  And it’s not easy getting through the bad, believe me, I know.   It was during one of those seasons, when life started taking a toll on me that I began writing music.  But thankfully, phrases like “I Cling to Jesus”, “I’m a Child of the Master” and “He Can Turn My Sorrow Into a Song” started coming into my head.

One thing I’ve learned over time, is “overcoming” is a choice.  We can choose to get stuck in the slump of problems and heartache, and throw our hands up and just give up on life.  But that is right where the devil wants us to be.   Or you can also choose to Cling to Jesus, pray for strength and pray that He makes a way out of your bad situation, and time and time again, He will bring you through it. 

John 16:33 says “In this world, you will have trouble, but take heart, for I have overcome the world.”

And Psalm 46:1 says “God is our refuge and our strength.  A very present help in times of trouble.”

God’s word is full of promises that encourage us to get through the life’s problems.  Sometimes I keep a list of encouraging scriptures by my bedside to remind me when I feel myself getting down.  Here are a few of my favorites:

Psalm 3:3

Psalm 55:22

Psalm 145:14

1 Peter 5:7

Though there are many days when I need to call on these verses and look for strength, there do come those days that are “GOOD”.  Yesterday was one of those days.  A day full of little glimpses of hope.  No major breakthroughs or anything, but little glimpses that gave me hope that God is still working.  A day of peace.

 When you seem to have days and days of trials, those “good days” really make an impact and I treasure them all the more.  So today, I thank you God for the “good days”.     


Happy Easter!

Happy Easter !


This truly is my favorite holiday. I feel so blessed to know Jesus at a personal level and it means so much to me to reflect each year of the sacrifice that He made for me. Even if there was no one else in this world but me, He would have made the sacrifice. I am so privileged to be LOVED that much by the Savior.

To wish you a Happy Easter, I invite you to take a listen to a sneak peak of another Easter song that I wrote that is one of my favorites. “He Came With a Purpose”.  I was able to play my flute on this one, and that always makes it extra special for me!

It will be available for just a short time to hear, today on Good Friday, through Easter Sunday.

“Beauty of the Cross” is another of my faves and you can still hear that one as well.


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Have a Very Happy Easter – Enjoy time with your family and more than anything – Give God the Glory!

He is Risen! Praise the Lord – He is Risen!

My God is Real


How do you explain that God is real? Some people may want to see Him, hear Him, touch Him, or have some type of Scientific evidence to prove that He is real. That is nothing new. I mean, remember “doubting Thomas”? Seems we are always looking for proof.   Why is it we have to have it proven to us?

I have been so excited to see Christian films out in theaters now in 2014. I was thrilled to see the movies “Unstoppable”, “Son of God” and “God’s Not Dead”. These films did an amazing job of explaining the existence of God and offered evidence that He is in fact real!  

My heart was deeply troubled though, and I was so disappointed when I saw the “Noah Movie”. I was deceived into thinking that this movie would stay true to the Bible and was not at all prepared for what I was going to see on screen.   BUT – as I sat there, watching the story unfold, and watching it take a blatant turn away from the true biblical story, there was a voice speaking inside of me. It was saying things like, “You know this is not true.” “This is NOT of God and it is not bringing God glory.” “Why are you sitting here?” “The Bible tells you to flee from evil.” A couple of times I turned to the people I was with and told them, “I want to leave. Can we please leave?” But they were interested in seeing the rest of the film. But inside of ME, my spirit was troubled. So much so that I was physically uncomfortable. I’m sad to say that it wasn’t until the voice inside of me was practically yelling “Why are you NOT fleeing?!?!!” that I finally got up out of my seat, crawled over about 20 people, stepping on toes, smashing knees and accidentally pulling the hair of the people who sat in front of us as I scrambled to get OUT of the theater.

I know that I sound like a mad woman trying to escape this terrible horror movie, and when I share it with you, I too find it quite humorous. And believe me, my family is having a hay day making fun of me for it!   But I share all of that with you to explain, that it is in times like those – when I KNOW that GOD IS REAL!   I FEEL Him inside of me. I FEEL a connection to Him.   I FEEL Him speaking to me through the Holy Spirit. I FEEL Him stirring up my soul when I know something is not OF Him, and I FEEL Him calming my spirit when I pray and ask for guidance.

I do not know how to explain or to prove to someone that HE is inside of me, and that He is what gives me LIFE. But I do NOT need to see Him, or have Scientific evidence, because I FEEL HIM every single day. THAT is my evidence.   I can feel His Love, His Security, His Comfort, His Guidance.   That is how I know My God is Real.   When you have a relationship with Him, you are connected in a way that is impossible to explain.

There is an old song by Kenneth Morris that I just love. They lyrics of the chorus are:

My God is Real
He’s real in my soul
My God is real
For He has washed
And made me whole

His love for me
Is like pure gold
My God is real
For I can feel
Him in my soul

This song, is the best way that I know how to explain that, MY GOD IS REAL.