I think there is a delusional (perhaps hopeful?) perspective you have after you’ve gone through great tragedy. It’s something along the lines of, “I’ve had my major personal catastrophe. No more.” After you bury a child you want to believe…
My lunch…
Meet Nastia. She’s a 13 year old Ukrainian girl. She learned to play the saxophone as a refugee in Romania, waiting to get her life back. In the words of her mom, “We weren’t poor. We owned a factory with…
No Heart Can Imagine
It’s been a beautiful season here at our new home. So much of God’s goodness written abundantly in every corner of my life. Our first Christmas in our new house meant new memories, new traditions. With a white blanket of…
Septembers and Pumpkin Spice Lattes
I’m still processing this settling down thing. Still missing the road and the ever changing scenery. This morning I was thinking back to where I was when September hit the last couple of years. We wrapped up our first summer…
Feeling Grateful
My scenery has been a revolving window for the last 2 years. The mountains, the valleys, the trees, the beaches, the desert. The rural, the urban. The historic, the unique. And now we’ve settled down in one place for a…
Rearview
It’s early morning in Wyoming. The kids are still sleeping. Anthony left to take the tire to have a recently discovered nail removed. (One of my biggest travel anxieties is the trailer having a flat somewhere on a steep mountain…