I’m a first generation American, and one of the blessings that comes from that has been the ability to see our country through the eyes of someone who fought to get here and who has never lost the wonder of achieving that end–my mom. I’ve spent my lifetime witnessing firsthand what freedom does in willing hearts…
“I want your life,” she said. “I’m jealous of what you have.” We were standing in my kitchen, looking out over the farm I have lived on for just under a year. Our husbands were out with the hens, moving them into a newly built egg mobile. My four kids were scattered around—two helping catch…
You are overflowing with hope about some amazing thing that’s about to happen. You pick up the phone to call one of your people. You can hardly wait for them to answer. And then, when they’ve scarcely said hello, you blurt out, “Guess what?!” and tell them what you are over-the-moon excited about. Then they…