Karen.
I grew up in Rapid City, South Dakota. It was and is a Christian home. I have 3 sisters who are all now married with kids. Growing up I learned about Jesus all the time. Feeling like the cliché boring story, yet blessed that my story is my own. My mom is a prayer warrior, so we prayed about everything, from losing her keys (multiple times a day) to each person we saw who we didn’t know, for them to know Jesus. My dad wasn’t as out loud vocal about his faith, but lived it. My favorite memory of him is sitting in his chair every morning, drinking coffee and reading his Bible. He had it balanced on his knee with the worn pages open. Even when we were on trips, he would get up early and sit in the bathroom on the floor to read, so as not to wake us up. I’m blessed with a special family. I worked at a ranch camp in middle school, of which I had attended since I was 6. It was hard work; a functioning ranch that allowed campers in on the everyday work, horses, watering trees with buck...