Have you ever read from a past journal? While I have many journals filled with words, I don’t tend to go back and look at them. There was an exercise in my Regen bookwork which kind of forced me to do this though. At the end of Step One, they asked us to write a letter to ourselves. A part of last weeks bookwork (we’re on Step 12 now) was to go back and look at that letter. The contents…
Death is an old acquaintance of mine. He has visited my door a couple times in the the past. He came to take my father and then again years later to take my mother. Both times were some of the hardest of my life. Death rarely comes with any mercy. He does not ask if this is the right time. He leaves a mountain of pain and destruction in his wake. His presence also lingers long after we’d like for…
We are in a bitter struggle. Temptation, evil, and despair crashes in on us from every front. Some days I want to give up and head for a beach to spend the rest of my days. This desire weakens when I remember we are winning. I heard this line in a movie the other day and it struck deep. It reminded me of our mission to spread light among the world. Though darkness may attack without relent, the forces of…
We live in dark times. It’s easy to see the news and feel despair in the face of such darkness. In times like this, we need hope and yet it’s never felt farther away. In order to find that hope, we must first take a step of faith and choose to fight back against the darkness that oppresses us. Fighting back may sound naive because the size of what we’re up against. Problems like ISIS, sex trafficking, and social injustice…
On the surface level, I look like a pretty normal guy whose got his life together. This surface level actually disguises the mess of a man with a desperately broken heart. I need healing like my body needs air and when you get to know me you start to realize why. You can’t see my wounds and brokenness on the surface level of things and yet I express them all the same in other less obvious ways. When an animal…
I have experienced a sizable amount of grief from the loss of both my parents. I know that traveling through the valley of pain and grief can be one of the hardest parts of this life. That knowledge inspired me to jot down some of the lessons that I’ve learned from walking through that valley. 1. Grief is Like a Backpack I think it helps to think of grief like a backpack. In my experience, it weighs me down and…