I have the unique privilege of leading a fourth generation family business alongside my brothers and cousin. When people ask me how we make it work, I immediately quip, "a LOT of prayer!"
Words of encouragement to teachers as they return back to school for another academic year.
From the music that softly plays in the background, to the cross hanging off of my desk light or simply from the way I handle myself around them, I don’t have to mention Jesus or God – my students and those around me just know that my faith takes precedent over everything.
When I was 13, I learned what made my heart sing. It started with a simple calculation, one that, in sports-crazed small-town Northwest Iowa, seemed to make sense.
Whether the mountain I'm climbing is literal or metaphorical, I embrace the time and energy and inconvenience, because through the process I'm refreshed and renewed, and find life and joy in God.
I hesitate to say that fishing makes me feel most alive, that it makes my heart sing, because it seems cliché. But it does.