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

I’ve been putting off writing this blog, waiting for the moment when I would catch the perfect photograph to pair with the memory I am about to describe. For months, I’ve been attempting to pin down something that is incredibly elusive in the desert: A rainbow. After every, rare rainstorm, I’ve looked to the sky to try and spot the beautiful array of colors, but alas, to no avail. I truly began to wonder if this blog post would ever come to fruition. But then, an epiphany app