“We’re almost there.” I assured the Young Women walking next to me on the mountain path. “No, we aren’t!” One of them declared between pants of exhaustion. “He just said we were only halfway.” Oops 😬 Caught. “True, but he said that was the hardest part. So, it will be easier from here.” The same young woman cut a disbelieving glance my way. “He lied. He’s a liar. I bet he doesn’t even know where he is going. He’s leading us off into the wilderness.” “No, he isn’t.” I chuckle

This is not the camp recap I thought I would be writing. In my vision, and as is on par with my usual posts, I thought we’d get a sprinkling of funny stories, several moments of self-deprecating humor, a little bit of heart, and end with a small testimony of a lesson the Lord had taught me during my week spent in the woods. But every time I attempted to brainstorm with those goals in mind…nothing came. All I had was a blank canvas, when the background should have been full of

Six years ago, I woke up with a story in my head. I was maybe four months into my author journey, not even finished with my first draft of my first book. And yet, I was already feeling the deep pull to this new plot line, tempting me and calling me to begin placing its ink on the page. However, I am loyal to a fault. I couldn’t just abandon my then current work in progress. I had to see it through. And, I’m actually incredibly grateful for this odd quirk of mine. I learned so