Lyrics from the song Ripple This blog is unlike any other I’ve written. It was born several days ago while Keith and I were driving to the store and the song Gomorrah by the Jerry Garcia Band song came on the radio. Something about that moment stirred my heart, and the words for this blog began to form. I didn’t even have a title when I started writing. It came later—after the whole piece poured out. When I finally landed on it, I knew it was right. It’s a lyric from the song — Franklin’s Tower . Keep reading, and you’ll see why. I hope you find this interesting and it stirs something in your heart too 🫶🏼✌🏼 🙏🏼🎶💫🎶🙏🏼 There is a quiet kind of faith that doesn’t shout answers. It doesn’t rush resolution. It walks. It wanders. It listens. Some of the most honest faith I’ve encountered hasn’t come from sermons or formulas—but from stories, songs, and moments that leave room for mystery. The kind that admit we don’t always know where w...
View from the lodge of Teton Cabins Moran, WY As I sit down to reflect on 2025, my heart feels full — not because the year was easy, but because it was rich . Rich with healing. Rich with faith. Rich with moments that reminded me just how good life can be when we choose to live it fully and surrendered. This year marked something sacred for us. It wasn’t just another year on the calendar — it was a year of becoming . 🚐 Choosing the Road (and Trusting God With It) Bear Lake Idaho In early 2025, Keith and I officially stepped into full-time RV life and workamping. What began as a quiet nudge in 2024 turned into a bold yes — and that yes changed everything. Living on the road gave us more than beautiful scenery. It gave us space . Space to breathe. Space to heal. Space to listen to God without the noise of hurry and expectation. Each mile reminded me that healing isn’t just about the body — it’s about learning how to live again. 🌟 Milestones That Matter Summ...