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Three Things I Learned at the Wells Fargo Championship

Over the past seven days, the PGA and its patrons descended upon Eagle Point Golf Club in Wilmington, North Carolina. For the first time in more than forty years, the sleepy coastal town of Wilmington played host to a PGA event—The Wells Fargo Championship. And I must say, it was an honor to see my hometown in the national spotlight for something other than Jim Cantore’s latest hurricane update. As Sunday’s dust settled, I think both the professional golf tour […]

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The Cost of Success, Embracing Your Day Job, and Living Your Dreams

When I was fifteen years old, I moved into the room over the garage at my parent’s house. With my own bathroom and personal space, I felt like a king. I was ready for high school, independence, and life on my own. Ten years later, as a broke salesman, my wife and I moved back into that same room. The real estate bubble had burst and left me holding the bag. To add insult to my already injured ego, I […]

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A Letter to My Family at Christmas

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 […]

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“Pray for your Daughter”

Six years ago, my wife and I were weary from a two-year battle with infertility. A battle that left us resting on our own strength to start a family. A battle we were losing. The Enemy was ever-present, firing a barrage of attacks in an attempt to destroy our marriage. We were sinking and we were afraid. The world told us to give up. Like a boxer, battered from round upon round of relentless beatings, we contemplated throwing in the towel […]

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You Can’t Hug Pictures

I miss her some kind of terrible. I could selfishly say that I miss her carrot cake, her chicken and rice, or her homemade sugar biscuits (definitely the sugar biscuits), but truthfully, I miss her unshakable confidence in her convictions. We used to joke that Grandma Ham could stare at a menu for ten minutes without making a decision on what to eat, but when it came to her faith, she knew exactly what she wanted: intimacy with the Father. […]

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Remembering the Fourth

My Grandfather Ham was a special man. He loved God, his family, and his country. Now that I think about it, probably in that order. Those were his priorities, his ideals. He cherished them so much that he created a place for our family to gather together and celebrate them. Behind his house, with his own hands, he built a carport. It was a large, covered space capable of housing up to three cars and still have room left over. Without […]

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The Ham Family Christmas Tradition

  A number of years ago, our family started a Christmas tradition. Around the 22nd or 23rd of December, we’d load up Paw-Paw’s Yukon as if it were Santa’s sleigh, don Santa caps and reindeer antlers, and we’d bombard friends with carols and Christmas Vacation quotes. By the end of the night, we’d be reduced to an off-key version of “Mele Kelikimaka” and “We Wish You A Merry Christmas.” After a few years, friends and family began expecting our craziness. Two staples in […]

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