My husband and I live in Fairbanks, Alaska! We are both born and raised Texans that fell in love with college ministry. After serving 3 years in full time ministry with an incredible staff at our alma mater in Texas, my husband and I along with another couple, made the 4,500 mile trek up the Alcan Highway to our new home. Though difficult to leave family and friends, we felt the Lord calling us to this new place.  Today, we are Chi Alpha Campus Missionaries at the University of Alaska at Fairbanks- affiliated with the Assemblies of God. This lifestyle blog is for our incredible support team, families, friends, and passer-bys. Grab a cuppa coffee, tea, or whatever and come sit with me. I sincerely hope you leave here feeling refreshed!


Throughout my life I have been privileged to learn from the wisest and most caring parents, the sweetest and most patient friends. This place is named after a phrase I have connected to my childhood. 


My childhood best friend and I had gone on a hike {very routine for us}, she lived out in the country and often {after school} we would change out of our uniforms and make a run for the big red barn. When we slid the huge doors aside their heads would emerge one by one from their respective windows- there was Sunny {the lovely speckled pony}, Chick {the mare- she was a tall chestnut brown quarter horse, I usually road her}, Zebbers {the always spunky and stubborn male, ready to GO if you know what I mean!}, Smoke {he belonged to her, a grey powdered stallion sure and strong}, I've forgotten the names of the others unfortunately, but that beloved barn holds many childhood loves and laughs. 


Upon entering the barn, we would head straight for the tackle room to grab the necessary riding materials and a handful of oats. Occasionally you could hear the meow or collar jingle of Peaches or Spunk {2 of the 15 cats that shared reign of the farm} following close behind. We would load up and take off, usually for the "levy" or a newly discovered house being built somewhere off in the spacious subdivision. This particular day, we were bound for the levy. Along the way we would stop and pick flowers, spy on animals, create stories, laugh about something that had happened earlier at lunch, dream about our futures- all the typical things you would hear a daughter rave about in her early years.

As the sun began its golden decent we would start for home. This cold and crisp day we opted for a scenic route through some back property. We knew the general direction of the house {we thought} but all else was intuition or an educated guess. This day it was uneducated… the horses were spooked, we were spooked, we ran into a bull, we ran into spider web after spider web- banana spiders at that… do you know the kind? It gives me the willies just to think about them again, terrible things! As the sun slipped further and further away our girly selves worked up such a panic that a huge knot began to form in the pit of my small stomach. Every few minutes we stopped and listened, for something, for ANYTHING- a familiar cat call, a recognizable voice, a dog bark, a car… something. But we heard nothing, saw nothing, knew nothing. FINALLY, we prayed.

Why does it always seem to be the last thing we turn to when it should be the first? I remember thinking to myself, "Lord, I'm scared, if you are here, will you help us get home safe." Many years later I recount this memory and smile because that's just what HE does, doesn't HE? He leads us, He speaks to us, He calms us.


The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want. He makes me lie down in green pastures. He leads me beside still waters. He restores my soul. He leads me in paths of righteousness, for his name’s sake. Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with meyour rod and your staff, they comfort me. You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies; you anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life, and I shall dwell in the house of the LORD forever. 

-Psalm 23 ESV

This chapter has been dear to my heart ever since I was a little girl. Mom used to read it to me when I would worry about this and that. 

The sun had well fallen, the temperature had dropped, our breath was now visible and the woods felt thicker than ever. THEN we saw it… one of us caught the slight reflection of it off the silver moon. It was a fence. A glorious fence! A barbwire fence- lining the property to which it belonged. Ecstatic, we ran after it. We practically embraced it out of sheer joy. Something else I love about Him… He always provides a way out. We followed it all the way... It led us home that day. The fence eventually intersected with one of her back pastures. We both shared an exhausted adrenaline rush that night. Her momma was so worried about us- hugging both of us simultaneously as we pushed through the back door, entering the kitchen. 

follow the fence home.jpg

In different ways I have found myself in the same place as this. Worried, or lost, one poor choice leading to another, a doubt or even in a leap of faith- fearful. And over and again He follows through, He is flawless, He is trustworthy. 

I'm not a fluid writer, experienced grammarian, or linguist for that matter. This blog is a snippet of my life, pictures painted through words from my screen to yours, of my family, job, loves and inspirations. I love people and I'm grateful that you have given me your time. Feel free to drop me a line! Hoping these writings will bring light and life. Hoping they bring encouragement and remind you of Truth.