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.

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.