Rare Faith Blog

By Heather Gibson Trisha and I met at a business/self-development weekend retreat. She was kind, easy to talk to, and I enjoyed our conversations. Over the course of the weekend, I learned she was a rep for a holistic pet food and supplement company. I had no idea at the time, but doing her a s...

By Heather Gibson Warning- Confession Included  Yesterday, I made a same-day round trip from Utah to Arizona and back—dropping off one kitten and picking up another. When you fly with a pet, you’re required to check in at the special services desk both ways. On my way to Arizona, I stood in a ...

By Heather Gibson I felt passed over and unseen. I had been consistent and poured countless hours into my work, but I was being held to standards that put me at a major disadvantage compared to my co-worker. Their accounts were significantly larger from the start, yet I was expected to hit the s...

By Heather Gibson My easy-to-accomplish goal didn’t go as planned. What started off simple and totally doable suddenly felt… impossible. Can you relate? After discovering the perfect breed of cats to support my children emotionally, someone asked if I’d ever consider breeding a litter. With so...

By Heather Gibson It was a horrible day. I found our sweet 5-month-old platinum mink kitten—who we had poured so much energy into saving—limp on the couch. We had taken her to the vet several times, and she had just returned from a three-day stay there. Her prognosis was not good. Despite run...

By Heather Gibson My son was thrilled to play college football—but a freak accident changed everything. Just three weeks into his first semester, during practice, he suffered a major knee injury. He had waited years for this chance and made countless sacrifices to get there. But before he ever ...

By Heather Gibson I was staring down what felt like an impossible task. To stay eligible for a fun trip to Mexico, I needed my best sales month ever. Based on past numbers, it was a long shot—like, really long. But I chose to stay positive. Did you realize that belief is a choice? I focused on...

By Heather Gibson A Message from Ann Ferguson: My brother committed suicide when I was a senior in high school. It was one of the darkest times of my life. I can’t fully describe it with words—except to say the sun was kicked out of my life. Everything felt dark and numb. Time passed, and wit...

By Heather Gibson My van was packed to the brim, looking like a lowrider ready to roll. It was time to go—and I was terrified. I wanted to back out, but I couldn’t face those who had helped me prepare for this moment if I did. There were so many reasons for my fear. I was driving cross-country...