Locked Doors and Open Windows

I rarely ever travel by myself anymore, and it seems that anytime I do I have some silly story about something I forgot to do simply because I’m usually not the only one that has to remember all the things. A few weeks ago I traveled for work and, sure enough, I have one of ...

The Plane That Didn’t Crash

If you have ever read anything I have written (or have spent more than five minutes with  me), you may have noticed that I have a bit of flare when I tell stories. Since I tend to add a little extra drama to the stories I tell, I can totally relate to the "boy who ...

Love Letters and Deleted E-mails

I have mentioned before that my love language is gifts (Love and Llamas). Any gift, even the simplest coffee or piece of candy, completely fills me with joy and makes my day. Dan has more than mastered my love language and throughout the years has surprised me with the best gifts. According to Gary Chapman, ...

The Place I’d Rather Hide

Sharing the deepest parts of my heart for the whole internet to read has been an interesting journey. I really try to prayerfully decide what I write about. Before I even posted my last post, The Summer Wilderness, I knew what needed to be written about next, but I didn't want to write it. I have ...

Second Blogiversary

On July 28, 2017, I held my breath as I clicked "publish" to release my first blog post to the world. (Letting Go and Dreaming of Living Borderless) I had no idea what I was getting myself into, but I felt like God had said "write", so I said yes and started to write. I ...

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