What Story is Your Life Telling?
In the midst of personal struggles, professional tension, and spiritual uncertainty, your life is telling an amazing story.
Although you might not be able to see it, my goal is to help you understand that story better as a way to cultivate wholeness in your own life.
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In one week, Donald Trump will be sworn in as the 45th President of the United States of America. If the utterance of that sentence makes you cringe, chances are, you’re part of the nearly 66 million who voted otherwise. Or you’re in the most “vilified segment of American society” which means you’re probably not reading this small-time blog anyway. But truthfully, there are some of us on the other side of the aisle who are right there with you. […]
For selfish reasons, being born the week after Christmas has its pitfalls. But as I’ve grown older, the days between Christmas and New Year have proven to be a great time for honest reflection. But this year, that reflection hasn’t been so easy. I turned thirty-five years old this week. Even as I write that, I have to pause and let it sink in because life has a cruel way of speeding up without warning us, doesn’t it? Before we […]
Christmas makes me feel like a kid again. Like I’m ten-years old sitting in the kitchen at Grandma Ham’s house on Christmas Eve, anxious and giddy about what Santa might bring. But as I come out of that hazy fog of fond memories, I realize that was twenty-five years ago. Here I am, days from turning thirty-five, a father to four beautiful children, and we’re having Christmas at my house. I see how this movie will play out and I so desperately want to press pause—to cherish these moments […]
I remember being a kid, laying in bed, unable to even close my eyes, my heart thumping and my mind racing in anticipation for what Santa might bring this year. Although my friends refused to believe, I had faith that it was all real—that Santa wasn’t some made-up, imaginary story that my parents lovingly went along with. It was around my eleventh or twelfth Christmas when I started finding receipts and gift bags that caused me to question. But hope is a powerful thing. Deep […]