We planned to spend the weekend on the Kings River with family. I was riding in the passenger seat, trying not to lose my lunch while my husband navigated the hairpin curves. (He grew up on rolling Mississippi farmland and now lives with me in the Ozark Mountains, where, he says, “the road crew must have followed a rattlesnake through...
What We Most Want To Change In The World It was after 9pm. With wine in one hand and a bucket in the other, I followed behind my son across the boardwalk and onto the beach. We were sand crab hunting for the third night in a row. I thought about this seaside tradition we’d been upholding since he was...
I am on a much anticipated and long awaited trip to the gulf coast. I came to relax and push my reset button after nine intense months putting the Purpose Dweller journey online. (It’s been the second most difficult and rewarding nine months of my life.) I love to visit the ocean because it speaks volumes about what a big and powerful God we serve....
My son had been sick for days. Sleep had only come briefly between his bouts of fever and vomiting. For the third morning, I woke up in a fog. I examined my face in the mirror as I brushed my teeth. The bags under my eyes were puffier than usual. I shuffled to the kitchen for coffee. The aroma filled the...
