My Son...You hold the power within you...The power to give life, the power to girdle one's source for life. The power to make one step out on the water or the power to flood another with paralyzing doubt. The power to build a bridge, or the power to build a wall. But the power must first…
My Vow You are the one for whom my life I will daily give. You are the pursuit of my heart, the holder of it too. You are the one I find so pure, so lovely, so beautiful. The one I long to lead as my heart is being directed. The one for whom I…
My Son, This picture was taken while we were in Northern Ireland. A brightly painted mural on the side of a house was I'm sure painted by a dreamer pleading to be heard by a divided people. We took it at a time as our own country struggles with this challenge. Rather than gazing through…
Let me tell you a story, son, of how I married your Ms. Jess..... A year ago today, our world changed in a way that will never be undone. Ms. Jess and I were married in the most extraordinary of ways, in the most exotic of places, with the most beautiful people whose hearts welcomed…
Dear my son, my brother, myself, We will forever battle our will or His be done. A grueling struggle that is not always cut and dry and often a surrender that those beyond the borders of our heart cannot even see. It is a war against self in determining who to trust, and a daily…
My Son, quite often it is said, "It is not what you say, but what you do." That is true when defining a heart and one's depth of character, but what I want to challenge you to do is to say more as you serve. Life is given and stolen most often through silence and assumptions, through subtle words…
My Son, I have left you but for a short time. I am saddened by the moments we will not share the next few weeks, but am excited for the new ones you will make while I am gone. I am so proud of you. Someday you will understand what I have done, and as…
I am a fallin. I have fallen hard for a girl and don't intend to get up. And the most common response of late, spoken with trepidation and wide eyes, is to "take your time." Words from a guarded heart that is filled with one's own baggage, or from fear of whether or not it can really be good, or the belief…
Sitting in a pew, I often have to listen to my own sermon. I had a moment of defining this last week. A moment that shattered my typical reality and brought into focus a life out of my control. I was discussing the future with one of my dearest of friends. She is at a crossroads full of choices and surrounded by…
This goes out to those I have forsaken, to those who I have misled, to those for whom because of me have not seen or heard or experienced The Creator, The Redeemer.I write this with my face on the ground. Ashes on my head. I have shredded my finely pressed suit. My heart in my hands. Vulnerable…
Chosen By The Story 