Still.

A year ago, I limped into the mess hall—bruised, pale, and unsure of how much of me was still intact. Some of you were there. Some of you carried me. Some of you prayed when I couldn’t pray. I had nothing in the tank. Just pain, and the sinking sense that maybe I had finally … Continue reading Still. →

The View from Up There

He has no idea how high up he is. Strapped into a shoulder carrier with a seatbelt around his belly and ankle loops cinched tight, my son rides above the world without a single ounce of fear. He doesn’t know about gravity. Doesn’t know that one wrong step could send both of us crashing down. … Continue reading The View from Up There →

Stirring the Ashes

The Morning After the Fire There’s a hush that settles over the woods in the early morning. Before the birds start their chatter, before the sun cuts through the mist hanging low over the lake, there’s a stillness—like the whole world is waiting for something. And if you’ve been out on a campout, you know … Continue reading Stirring the Ashes →

While It Is Yet Night

There’s a line in Proverbs that used to roll right past me, She rises while it is yet night and provides food for her household. I probably read it a dozen times without thinking much of it. Sounded poetic. Noble. Maybe even unrealistic. Who does that, really? Now I know. I’ve watched Cassie do it. … Continue reading While It Is Yet Night →

Passed Over

Not everyone slept in Egypt that night. There was blood on the doors. Roasted lamb on the table. A strange stillness in the air, like the wind itself was holding its breath. Inside the homes of the Israelites, parents sat with their children—some in peace, some in panic. They had done what God asked. But … Continue reading Passed Over →

Fun Over Function

It didn’t make sense. I have mostly myself to blame for being stubborn. We had packed up the car, excited to go for a walk on the first truly nice day of the year. The sun was out, the air was crisp, and we were eager to stretch our legs after what felt like an … Continue reading Fun Over Function →

Not A Fluke

The cries come sudden, sharp and strong,a wailing wind that wails too long.I search for ways to soothe the sound,to bring the peace I thought I’d found. Once, I blew softly on your face,a whisper of wind, a fleeting grace.Your cries gave way to calm surprise,as if I’d solved the weeping cries. But days went … Continue reading Not A Fluke →

When God Writes Redemption

We all have moments when we wonder if the path we’ve chosen is worth it. Maybe you’ve stepped into something exciting, challenging, and—if we’re honest—a little overwhelming. While others are chasing different dreams, taking easier roads, or enjoying well-earned rest, you’ve chosen something harder. You’ve committed to long days, difficult work, and investing in something … Continue reading When God Writes Redemption →

Start of Something

Judah leans in, eyes wide, mouth open—on the edge of saying something, though words don’t belong to him yet. Micah stares back, solid, unmoving. Their hands reach out, tiny fingers grasping at fabric, at air, at something deeper they don’t yet understand. They don’t know what this moment means. But I do. I see my … Continue reading Start of Something →

I Will Teach My Boy to Be a Dangerous Man

This poem is inspired by Lucas Jones’s powerful vision of raising boys to be dangerous men. While his message resonates deeply, I found it missing one essential piece: Christ. Without Him, courage and strength lack the foundation they need to endure. Boys must learn not only to stand firm and fight boldly, but to do … Continue reading I Will Teach My Boy to Be a Dangerous Man →