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Overcoming Anxiety

Anxiety is one of those taboo things that we all experience in some form, but are rarely willing to talk about. The conversation surrounding such an issue is much bigger than I can address within this post. There are many reasons not to share something so personal, but I’m choosing to overlook those reasons. What I’m about to share,  I share for two reasons. One, because I know that someone reading may be in a similar season and I want […]

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A Mom of Four and Her Road to Recovery

My wife, Liz, is an amazing mom to our four children. We’ve walked through a challenging season with her health that has proven to be both humbling and empowering. As you read her story, we hope it will be both humbling and empowering for you as well. In the fall of 2011, I gave birth to identical twins boys. Despite being born six-weeks early, each weighed six pounds. I knew that pregnancy had done a number on my body, but […]

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To The Men in America…

There’s a small zoo in my hometown that boasts a lion as one of the main attractions—the fierce king of the jungle placed on display for all to see. But if you pay close attention, there’s something terribly wrong. This lion doesn’t roar. Instead, he lay silent with his face pressed against the dirt of the earth, exhausted. The breath of his nostrils stirring up the dust, longing for the freedom he once knew. At first, I imagine the lion […]

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Life Lessons From the Ham House | When Our Four-Year-Old Son Swallowed a Quarter

When God blessed us with three sons, I sometimes wonder if He failed to equip us with the nerves and patience to be their parents. But in His own timing, He has gently reminded us that His strength is perfected in weakness. We find God in the waiting. This week, that reminder was uncomfortably real. ◊♦◊ I was sitting in my upstairs office listening to the normal noise of our house before dinner. The kids’ feet echoed on the hardwood floor […]

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Confessions of a Wimpy White Boy

When our twins were born five-weeks premature, there was a phrase going around the intensive care unit that wasn’t very becoming. To describe the condition of their underdeveloped lungs, the nurses would often use the phrase, “Wimpy white boys.” I hated that phrase. My sons weren’t wimpy, they were strong, fighting to breathe. But their condition kept us in the neonatal intensive care unit for nearly four weeks. Looking back on those days is difficult, not because of the contraptions […]

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