Reading Time: 4 minutes We had just turned off the blacktop onto the old dirt road, now a muddy path, leading to our hunting camp in Greene County about an hour and forty-five minutes from home. The rain had saturated the ground for the past two days making solid traction something that was hard to come by, but the deer wouldn’t care about the weather or the mud so we figured we shouldn’t either.

Reading Time: 4 minutes We struggle with doubt, death, debt, destruction, and disease and, we think that all of it is somehow to makes us stronger: stronger beasts of burden. And then the cycle repeats itself all over again. How many times have we left something at the altar in prayer just to go and take it back again before leaving for home?