When I started mapping out my route home, I decided to add a stop I’ve wanted to make for years — a place I’d never had a reason to be near yet always hoped to see with my own eyes. Marceline, Missouri. Why here, of all places? Because this quiet little town shaped the childhood of one of my favorite storytellers — Walt Disney. I never met the man, of course, but so much of what he created became the backdrop of my own childhood. Friday nights gathered around the TV with popc

Today carried a different feel to it — a tender kind of difficult. We set out almost a month ago on this journey. Although we planned for a month with certain stops and timing planned, we knew full well that our plans needed to be able to bend and breathe. We even built in what we thought was extra wiggle room for interviews, new stops, and whatever surprises the Lord might place in our path. And if you’ve been following along, you already know how that went. We hiked, film

Roswell, NM is a name that is immediately associated with a UFO crash from the 70s. And although the actual location is a farmer's field over 70 miles outside of town, the town has fully embraced the legend as its own! From the moment you pass the towns welcome sign to the moment you spot yet another cheerful alien waving from a storefront window, Roswell makes sure you know you’ve entered a place that celebrates every possible encounter — real or imagined. Spending the nigh

"In His hand are the depths of the earth, and the mountain peaks belong to Him. The sea is His, for He made it, and His hands formed the dry land." - Psalm 95:4-5 We see beauty every day above ground — sunsets, mountains, open skies. But today we stepped into a different kind of beauty, one carved in darkness and depth, and it completely redefined what we thought “beautiful” could mean. Carlsbad Caverns begins with a winding descent of switchbacks leading into a dark opening

Today we drove out of Texas. Out of the state that holds the hearts of Joey & Lyndi. We carried a quiet anticipation as the miles rolled beneath us, half‑expecting a phone call or text that might shift our direction yet again. But the Lord has let us leave, we know to complete the instructions previously given. We know we’ll return — likely sooner rather than later — but even so, the leaving carries its own bittersweet ache. Obedience to the Lord is not always the easy

There’s a certain kind of town that knows how to slow a traveler’s heart — the kind that rests quietly along a long stretch of highway, wrapped in desert light and unhurried time. When we rolled into Marfa, Texas, that familiar warmth washed over me, the same gentle invitation that whispers, “Pause here a while.” As we drove through, I began to understand why it felt so welcoming. An old travel lodge with faded charm. A 60’s-style outdoor soda fountain café. An army depot sit

I was asked recently, “It all seems so wonderful, doesn't anything go wrong?” And honestly—it is wonderful. When you choose to focus on the blessings of the Lord instead of the aggravations the enemy tosses your way, the whole road looks different. That’s usually where I keep my eyes. But just to prove it’s not all sunshine and church, let me give you a little peek into the other kind of stories I don't usually post. We went to Olive Garden for dinner Wednesday night before

There have been so many moments on this journey when the Lord surprises us in ways we never could have planned — little gifts tucked into ordinary days, reminders that He is weaving something far bigger than I can see. Well, the last 2 days He blessed Joey & Lyndi by getting to watch the next season of The Counter by ODX being taped! They walked into the studio with that familiar mix of curiosity and anticipation, not quite knowing what to expect but fully aware that God was

One of the fun surprises about the area we’re staying in is the sheer history tucked into its riverbeds. More than 150 dinosaur tracks have been discovered and preserved in the limestone along the Paluxy River — so of course, today we made our way to Dinosaur Valley State Park to see them for ourselves. The Paluxy shimmered in the sunlight, winding through pale limestone and quiet pockets of shade. And there, pressed into the riverbed like God’s own fingerprints, were the fa

There’s something about BBQ in Texas. No matter who’s tending the pit, it always seems to come out fall‑off‑the‑bone, juicy, and downright delicious. We enjoyed our Palm Sunday church service at Open Door Church in Burleson, TX this morning, and then stayed for their additional Overflow worship service. With worship still lingering in the heart, we looked for a place to eat and found ourselves at Hard Eight BBQ Pit —a place where the smoke greets you before the door does,

The Lord has laid something on my heart today and asked me to share. This is far outside my comfort zone, but when He asks I follow. Though I tried to clean up my scattered thoughts, I'm trusting Him to bring clarity where my words might wander. I want to tell you that I said yes instantly. But I am still a child at times, sometimes stubborn, sometimes scared. The moment the thought of sharing something this personal hit me, I jumped up off the couch and headed outside. I

The work doesn't slow down simply because the road does. Joey spent the week sorting through footage, shaping ideas, and preparing the stories still ahead of us. Lyndi worked steadily on reaching her Poshmark numbers. I worked my regular nine-to-five job, again reminded how blessed I am to have the ability to work remotely. Most days I sat at a little table with the doors wide open, sunlight spilling across the yard and stretching out over the pond. Ducks waddled along the

Some days on this journey feel full — full of new steps, new doors, new confirmations from the Lord. And then there are days like today… quiet, simple, steady. Nothing big happened. No new direction. No sudden shift. Just the gentle awareness that we are exactly where the Lord has asked us to be. And honestly, that is a blessing all on its own. Not every moment of a God‑led journey is meant to be loud. Some days are for resting in the path He has already laid before us. Some

There’s something sacred about a morning walk as the sun rises. The world is quiet, the air feels fresh, and for this moment, everything has slowed down. It’s a gentle reminder that no matter what yesterday held, today is a brand-new beginning. I cherish these quiet morning moments, when I’m the only one awake. It feels like my own sacred time with the Lord—and He seems to delight in it too, painting the sky with a sunrise that feels like a personal gift. The birds lift their

Wow… how the Lord provides! 🙌 Let me share a little God‑story we’ve been living these past couple of days. We woke up Thursday morning in a hotel in Louisiana, fully expecting to drive into Texas, grab another hotel for a night or two, and then stay with a friend once they were available. The plan was simple: two or three days in Texas, visit our friend, then continue on our way. We had also reached out to several pastors, hoping to line up interviews. We awoke Thursday with

We piled into the car Wednesday morning ready to leave Atlanta, bound for Texas. Every crevice of the car re-packed, the last of the hugs given, and a GPS that promised hours of highway stretching ahead like a ribbon pulled across the South. We had decided to split the drive into 2 days, so we settled in for the journey. We stopped in Warrior, Alabama for lunch at the White House diner. It had a small-town feel to it and that good ole southern hospitality! The staff smiled

As a rule, whenever you're traveling path passes family, you should always stop to say hi! We’ve spent the last 2 days with family in Atlanta. And they’ve welcomed us with open arms! This gave us an opportunity to focus on planning the details of the next set of stops in our route and catch our breath a little from the last week of constant filming & traveling. There is something so precious about just spending time together.❤️ We did nothing out of the ordinary. Cooking

Symmes Chapel is an open-aired chapel built on Stone Mountain, SC in 1941. It sits at an elevation of 3,200 feet and overlooks the Blue Ridge Mountains. Today was overcast, and yet you could still see how breathtaking the view is. Overhead they’ve carved a portion of Psalm 122 on the beam above the cross, which due to lighting my camera couldn’t capture. It’s a perfect verse for this location. “I will lift up my eyes to the hills— From whence comes my help? My help come

Finally, a day to sleep in! Our hotel was located along the Tuckasegee River. We arrived late last night to the sound of the flowing waters which alluded to what we could not see. But as we rose the sun shone brightly over the river and breakfast was had on the patio so we could enjoy the view. We are far enough south that we are starting to see the spring flowers popping. The yellow of the daffodils popping out on the roadside bring a smile to my face and seem to share

"For My thoughts are not your thoughts, nor are your ways My ways," says the Lord. "For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are My ways higher than your ways, and My thoughts than your thoughts." - Isaiah 55:9 Today held an unscheduled addition to our itinerary. During a stop into the lobby of the place we stayed, we discovered a photo on the lobby wall which caught our eye…Mile High Bridge. It looked so cool! We had a couple extra hours between hotels today, so w