Freedom — at Last
It started with a sky dive. Kristina Vinberg — fearless, full of fire, and determined to conquer whatever came her way — leapt from a plane for her 26th birthday. Giddy. Grinning. Free. That video said everything about her: she faced fear, clung to her tandem partner’s strength, and flew through the air with joy.…
Angels on Assignment
It all began at 2:30 a.m. Wednesday — the kind of hour when even coffee needs coffee. Carl and I headed to the airport, hopeful and half-awake, ready for our flight to Denver. We parked, unloaded, and then came the ping. Carl’s phone: “Flight canceled due to storms in Dallas.” Argh! A call to the…
From the Flood to the Foothills
Yesterday Carl and I made it to Denver, Colorado — the “Mile High City”. Denver sits exactly one mile (5,280 feet) above sea level – hence the nickname. Yes, the altitude is high, the mountains are tall, and the landscapes shout the greatness of our God. AND, bonus, this is where our dear Austin friends…
Where was God in the Flood?
I may sound like a broken record — but I just can’t stop praying, believing, and asking “God, where were You?” It’s the question we’re all asking right now. Where was God when the floodwaters rose and swept away so many hopes, dreams, and beautiful young lives? Could God have stopped it? Of course.Could He…
Pass It On — The Comfort You Know
2 Corinthians 1:3–4 says it so beautifully:“Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves receive from God.” That’s not just…
Still Got It! (With Glue on My Fingers)
What an amazing time we had at Epiphany Ranch — where peace, purpose, and porch-sitting reign — and where, apparently, a long-lost talent of mine was resurrected. Wallpapering. Yes, you heard that right. Mama here dusted off the ol’ wallpaper-hanging gift (which I’d hung up years ago). But wouldn’t you know — my daughter Staci,…
We have Questions. You have Answers.
I had planned to write something lighthearted today. Something about wallpaper and laughter and a mama still managing a glue brush. But I just can’t. Not yet. Not while there are Texas families still waiting. Still grieving. Still aching from floodwaters that stole more than homes — they stole lives, joy, and certainty. We may…
After the Waters Recede
The fireworks have faded. The skies are still. And while some homes hold sweet memories of July 4th celebrations… others, especially here in Texas, sit heavy with sorrow. A girls camp — nearly a century old — once echoed with laughter, and held this beautiful cross at the pinnacle of the camp, canoe races, horseback…
The Day After the Fireworks
Yesterday was one for the record books. We celebrated the Fourth of July the good ol’ fashioned way — surrounded by family and many friends, food that made us thankful for elastic waistbands, and enough laughter to echo across the pastures of Alto, Texas. There were games, conversations, and yes — a quiet gratitude humming…
Star-Spangled Skies and Freedom that Lasts
It’s the Fourth of July, and here we are in Alto, Texas — the heart of big-sky country, where my daughter and bonus son live out their vision at Epiphany Ranch. Out here, the stars shine a little brighter, and the meaning of freedom feels a little deeper. I’m proud to be an American —…