When the Room Goes Quiet

The chapel was quiet except for the hum of the ceiling fans and the sound of the pines outside the window. A room full of young men, heads bowed, shoulders pressed close together. I stood at the podium, a Bible in front of me, trying to feel the weight of the moment. I don’t preach … Continue reading When the Room Goes Quiet →

Somewhere to Sleep

Life’s busy right now. Camp is in full swing. I wake up thinking about schedules and staffing and emails I haven’t sent. The days are long, the work is constant, and honestly, I’ve felt the weight of missing time with my son. I don’t get many slow moments with him lately. Not like I used … Continue reading Somewhere to Sleep →

The Boy Who Lit The Lantern

It’s the middle of the night in Boston, April 18, 1775. The city is quiet, but not peaceful. Something big is coming. The British army is getting ready to move. They’ve been watching, planning, preparing to crush the growing rebellion. If they can strike fast—if they can catch the leaders of the colonies off guard—it’s … Continue reading The Boy Who Lit The Lantern →

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 →