Category - Personal

Decluttering an Overwhelmed Soul

Over the past year or two, I’ve been fighting a serious battle. Even if you know me well, you wouldn’t be aware of it. I’ve only recently been able to put language around it myself.  All kinds of symptoms have surfaced, but I’m realizing the root is the same. The problem I’m referring to is a cluttered and overwhelmed...

The Cultures We Create For Our Kids

I was about to post this vacation photo on social media last week, and a simple thought hit me out of nowhere. I realized that this was not only our daughter, Greylynn’s, first beach trip, but the picture I was posting was her first ever “beach pic.” I know, I know, new parents are super weird about firsts 😂. This thought hit...

Finding Hope in a Hospital Room

Last weekend, Courtney and I checked into the hospital dealing with preterm labor at 24 weeks. Things improved, and she’s now at home and stable, but before I checked out of the hospital I promised myself I would write down some of my thoughts. It’s my hope that they’ll encourage some everyday heroes like the nurses and doctors...

Dysfunction by Consumption

I don’t mean to start this post with a complaint, but if there is one thing I hate in life, it’s being sick. It’s not just the physical aspects either. I hate getting off schedule, getting out of rhythm, feeling stagnant, feeling bored, and after staying home for several days – feeling like a hermit. Last week I felt all of...

When Crisis Comes to Your Backyard

Our family has only called Charlotte our home for a few months, but when events unfold like they have this week and it affects your neighbors and not just your newsfeed – it changes things. It becomes real. I don’t plan on giving another opinion about Charlotte, or Tulsa, or any other incident – I don’t think I’m qualified to do...

Peace Isn’t About Being Comfortable

When I pull up to order a coffee at my local Starbucks I rarely have to pronounce my order. Before I can finish my sentence, the barista chimes in and finishes my request. “One grande, blonde roast coffee – light  cream.” Every day. Every morning.  It’s actually become somewhat of a joke among the employees. I can’t help it;...

An Open Letter to My One Year Old Son

Dear Asher, By the time you’re old enough to read this you will probably be embarrassed that I wrote a sappy, father-to-son letter and posted it on the internet for the whole world to see. Good thing you can’t stop me. (haha) Don’t worry, this won’t take long, and I promise that one day you will be glad that I gave you a few of...