I watch Maddy and Audrey from the shore in Hawaii , their surf lesson well underway. They have moved beyond the calmer waters now, out into the real waves. The ocean is relentless, sending swells one after another. I see Maddy struggling to get back on to her board. Each time she tries, a wave knocks her off again. And again. And again. I can see her frustration, her energy draining with every failed attempt. I silently send a thought to her: Just hold on to the board, Maddy.

Forney, Texas Sept 2025 I thought I had braced myself for the return. But the moment I turned down that old rock road, my heart dropped. I hadn’t been there in well over a decade. Maybe two. And there it was…the house. The house that raised me. Time had grown up all around it, but the bones were still the same. The same bones I ran from. The same bones that live inside me still. The rearview mirror of our past is always there. Sometimes it tries to drive us. And sometimes it’

I sat with someone yesterday whose whole goal for the next quarter wa s to do more  than the one before. More revenue. More output. More reach. More. And I nodded, I listened but inside, something felt off. I started thinking about the compounding weight o f more . More quarter over quarter. More year over year. More, decade after decade. What does more  look like in 20 years? What does more  cost in 40? What does it take from us? From our families? Our health? Our joy? Ou

32.2095° N 35.2852° E These numbers on my wrist? They aren’t just coordinates. They mark the place where Jesus met the Samaritan woman at the well. She came to the well in the middle of the day… worn out, weighed down, hiding from the eyes and opinions of others. She carried shame like I’ve carried it. Like maybe you have too. But Jesus… He was already there. Waiting. For her. He didn’t postpone or evade her story. He met her right in the middle of it. He didn’t flinch. He as

When I returned to my childhood home after twenty years, I expected a flood of memories. What I found was complete devastation. The house on High Country Lane, the one that I depended on while growing-up, the one I ran away from was now broken down, beyond squalor and forgotten. But out in the weeds, we found him.. a small, mangy dog, terrified and alone. He lived under the house, hiding from people, hiding from life. His only protection was the darkness. When I first saw him