I am writing a quick note to let everyone know I have made it home! It was a wonder-filled day of God’s blessings. I traveled with my mask shielding my face but hope lighting my path. The airports were less crowded and I had my own row for one flight. The joy of just basking in the little moments along the way made me feel His presence in so many ways. My final flight into Anchorage I sat next to a group of military veterans. I was delighted to learn I was sitting across the aisle from a tattooed Marine named Scott. He and I chatted for quite awhile about military, kids, health, work, education, and the non-profit he supports called Base Camp 40. I t’s an organization that takes combat veterans out fishing and hunting to help them reconnect with nature. I was moved by his humble heart, his dedication to his brothers and sisters in arms, and how he talked fondly of his beautiful wife and four children. He had mentioned he was a musician and his tour was canceled due to COVId. So, he
