09/14/2026
I found myself about to have a grown-up tantrum when I realized we’d be camping on the beach. I wasn’t prepared, but what I thought would be a disaster turned out to be a God ordained appointment. I served. I listened. I even joined in on karaoke night.
At 26 years old, my mom got sober to take care of my brother and I after CPS took us away. And now, 35 years later, here we were at this “by the sea” conference.
The same woman who once showed up to meetings with a couple of wild kids was now here with her adult children in toe.
On the final night of the conference, a man started sharing a bit of his story with me. He was once homeless and now has a job at a meat processing plant.
“I take the bus every day, I hold the door for people, smile and tell everyone good morning.”
The joy on his face was undeniable. And then he said something that I’ll never forget.
“I’m so thankful God loves me enough to change me.”
“Same, friend. Same,” I thought.
God is still changing me too. - Reyna
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