Healing a Burned Soul

Shalom… and welcome. It has been over 100 posts since I welcomed people so I wanted to jump back. Not just to words on a page, but to something I believe the Lord Himself has breathed into existence. Before anything else is said, let this be clear—this space, these words, this story… none of it belongs to me. Every ounce of it is the Lord’s. Every piece of healing, every moment of endurance, every breath that carried me here is a testimony of His mercy, not my strength. For y

I kneeled down by the well for a fun photo at the Museum of the Bible but I found myself thinking about her. The woman at the well. A woman whose name we never learn, but whose story has carried through generations. A woman who came to draw water in the heat of the day. A woman who walked alone, not because she wanted to, but because perhaps solitude felt safer than facing the voices of the people around her. The well was a place of necessity. She needed water to survive. But

I sat on a bench overlooking East Lake Okoboji on a Friday afternoon, letting the breeze skim across the water while camp buzzed quietly around me. My final afternoon in the place I have called home for 20 years, for one week ever summer it was the place that became magical and transformative to who I am today. This was one of those ordinary moments that God has a way of making unforgettable. A camper sat down across from me and, almost casually, said, "I think I'm going to h