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For the last few years, I have had the pleasure of enjoying a summer road trip with my husband's side of the family. Before 2015, I did not understand what all the hype was about. I had been in and around Texas and it was fun, but nothing spectacular. Then Chicago in the summer of 2015 happened and from then on out, I was in. I had not ever experienced freedom until my feet were ever so high in the air. The next year, we went to Florida where my husband would eventually propose, a year later we hit the east coast and last year, the west coast.

Let's be honest, once bitten by the travel bug, it spreads all over your body. My wondering began; what do the other states look like? How does their food taste? What does fall and spring actually feel like? Over time all my questions began revealing themselves and I was learning all about God's country.

Last year was exceptionally different though.

We rode up the west coast and found ourselves in Napa Valley. Now, I'm not much of a wine drinker but there was something breathtaking about this beautiful land in California. Eventually I realized, there was something about those grapevines.


Over the next couple of weeks, I will be publishing the last two messages I have had the pleasure of giving at my church. This series is called, New Wine but to be fair, it's not about what you think. It's so much more!

Please know my absence on the blog has not been in vain. For the first time since last Christmas (the busiest time for photographers), I have been working nine days straight with my first day off being next Friday. As odd as it may sound, do you know what I have been thinking about? Grapevines. Over the last few months, I have been pining away about the beautiful California vineyards, miles of green and red grapes and all the prayers I spoke while crossing state lines.

I did not know it at the time but those vineyards would forever be imprinted on my heart. Something remarkable happened that beautiful July in 2018. It would take me about six months to finally see the fruit of those prayers. In that fruit would be a new beginning.

A new seed.

A new seed for New Wine.

In vino veritas,

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