Mrs. Johnson’s Letters


Last night I got to meet the 92 year old woman who appointed herself as my children’s pen-pal. The letters she writes them about growing up in a one-room school house in rural North Dakota are priceless. We cherish every one… Please don’t ever think you are too old, too poor, or too anything to be led by kindness. Until you draw your last breath, you have the ability to make a difference in another person’s life. Thank you, Mrs. Johnson.

Hope. Someone here needs hope. So … here we go. Ten years ago today I drank my last rum & coke. Ten years ago tomorrow I woke up

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I got to do something really cool yesterday. I got to sit down with a friend and see the kids’ chapter book she’s spent the last year putting

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I have never seen so many chill teenagers and nervous adults in my life. I made a snap decision to make my way from Aberdeen, South Dakota to

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Today I’ve decided to become more like Alaina. Don’t know Alaina? Take my word for it, she’s awesome. I mean, she had a UNICORN at her birthday party,

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I’ve got a project staring me in the face. Do you have any of those? Maybe it’s a closet that needs reorganizing or a deck that needs to

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You want to feel loved? Go be a pastor at a rural church in South Dakota. It’s like stepping into a family reunion and a group hug at

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