I grew up in western North Dakota. Roads, whether gravel or pavement, ran mostly either east and west or north and south. Sure, there was a curve here and there, but you could easily discern what direction you were going. In the night sky, amid the stars of the Milk Way, the Big Dipper pointed at the North Star. True north seemed fairly uncomplicated.

In my 20's I learned to navigate the Los Angeles freeways. My strategy was to memorize all the ones the ran north and south, from the Pacific to the dessert, and also the ones that ran east and west. That worked well for me and I could find my way, even before GPS.

Then I found my home in Athens, Georgia, where I still live today. In northeast Georgia, roads run every which way, never straight. Sometimes the same street will have five different names in a 5 mile stretch. For a long time I couldn't tell you with any surety which way my house faced or what direction I was headed. Eventually I figured out that my house faces south. From my driveway, looking south toward the street, I can see Orion's Belt above the trees at night.

Life is like that. Sometimes we feel sure of where we are going and how we are going to get there. And then something changes our path. We find ourselves on a side road we can't seem to get off of. Or lost. And so we need a compass. A way to find true North. And it's really helpful to have a guide that knows the way.

My passion is to help people connect with God and the joy of walking with Him in every detail of their lives led me to become a Spiritual Director. Direction allows me to use my skills as a listener and lover of people to help people discern how God is working in their lives.

I know what it is to feel lost, believing that God is hidden. I have experienced grief and loss and have traveled the well-worn path to healing and restoration. Having been in ministry all my adult life, I am well acqainted with the joys and sorrows of that life.