This is Iris. Not the lady, that's me. Iris is the car, and she is the first one I have bought in about 15 years. We just don't buy cars in my family, but this was my badly needed Christmas gift to myself this year (and for the next 6). Iris is "preowned" but like new to me. Isn't she a cutie? This is also Iris as of about midnight last night. Cue solemn death march melody. Harken to the shuffling feet of the funeral procession. Line your pockets with tissues ready to receiv

If you're following my Instagram, you know our family is posted up at a Young Life camp in Colorado named Frontier Ranch. Side note: if you are a high schooler or have a high schooler, make YL camp part of life. You won't regret it. Anyhoo, I'm trying to imbibe every piece of beauty here before we head home to the 100 degree flatlands of Houston, and in doing so, I've gotten a chance to be still and hear a few cool things from God. Wanna hear the latest? It's pretty neat. I'v

My mom gave me a refrigerator magnet a couple of Christmases ago in one of her Boxes o’ Random Fun. It read “Well-Behaved Women Rarely Make History.” Don’t you love that? Me too. In fact, it still hangs on my fridge today. It’s cute, but it sticks there and mocks me 2 ½ years after I received it. “Misti, you’re lookin’ mighty well-behaved these days.” The magnet voice sounds like Reba McEntire. Maybe because it’s branded on a sma