An Anchor on the Bridge

It was a little over a year ago that I was able to call Little Rock home. Last summer, I spent a lot of time running around the Big Dam Bridge. I specifically remember, despite my excitement of being in a new place and “starting over” I was feeling slightly apprehensive and a part of me was afraid. I specifically remember hearing this song (which I have heard many, many times) but this time the line of lyrics toward the end of the song stopped me in my tracks. I knew that everything would be okay. “Take courage when the …

My “Anything” Story

Several years ago, I had just moved to Little Rock, Arkansas from Jonesboro, Arkansas where I spent my first year out of college teaching. Nothing in me felt settled there so I moved to Little Rock with full expectation to become settled, to become complete. I was moving into my second year of teaching in a wonderful school. My family was close by. Several of my friends were in Little Rock. Everything was going to be perfect (or so I thought). Instead, it was the opposite. There was a hole, a longing inside of me that I could not for …