As the work week ends... Friday March 27th, 2026

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 bank, slipping into the water and gliding across it like they had nowhere in the world to be. Their simple, unhurried movements felt like a quiet reminder: even in the middle of work, God gives us moments of peace if we’ll look up long enough to see them.

We’ve been staying in a friend’s guest house, and it has been nothing short of a blessing. The weather has been fabulous — warm days, gentle breezes, the kind of air that makes you want to linger outside just a little longer. It’s the sort of hospitality that feels like God’s kindness wrapped in someone else’s generosity.

By the end of the week, the temperature dipped just enough to make the evening feel crisp. So we decided to start a fire — a simple, glowing invitation to slow down. After days filled with work, screens, planning, and purpose, the crackling flames felt like a soft exhale. The kind of rest you don’t realize you’ve needed until you’re sitting right in front of it.

There’s something about firelight that gathers up the week — the busy parts, the tiring parts, the beautiful parts — and lets them settle. As the smoke curled around us and the conversation flowed, I felt that familiar whisper: Rest is a gift. Receive it.

And so, we did. We sat. We breathed. We let the fire unwind what the week had tightened. And in that quiet glow, I felt grateful — for the work, for the journey, for the place to stay, and for the gentle ways the Lord cares for us along the road. As the fire crackled and the cool evening wrapped around us, this verse came to mind: ‘May the favor of the Lord our God rest on us; establish the work of our hands for us—yes, establish the work of our hands.’ — Psalm 90:17