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πŸŽ‰ 2025: A Year of Healing, Freedom & Wild Grace

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...

A Christmas Marked by Grace

This Christmas feels different in the best possible way. It’s our third Christmas since diagnosis and our second Christmas living full-time in our RV , and both milestones carry a weight I don’t take lightly. There was a time when simply making it to the next holiday felt uncertain. I remember wondering what life would look like on the other side of fear, unconventional treatment decisions, and surrender. Today, I’m standing in a season marked not by survival alone—but by freedom, gratitude, and deep, quiet joy. Living on the road has taught me how little I actually need and how much beauty exists when life slows down. I’m grateful for early-morning hikes that remind me my body is strong again. For muddy boots, changing leaves, mountain air, and the steady rhythm of putting one foot in front of the other. I’m grateful for long travel days, winding roads, and windshield views that stretch farther than my old worries ever could. Those miles have become sacred space—time to ...