35. Mature. Father. (Two Out of Three Ain’t Bad)

Every Tuesday before the overnight, Captain Ralph packed us into the dining hall for Leaders' Huddle and said some version of the same thing, like he assumed we'd all forgotten it since last Tuesday, which, in fairness, some of us had. We were expected to show up as "35 year old mature fathers." Thirty-five, because … Continue reading 35. Mature. Father. (Two Out of Three Ain’t Bad) →

Blood in Our Public Square: The Death of Charlie Kirk

I was sitting in my kitchen following a dinner recipe on my phone when I saw the news. A man with a microphone, standing in front of college students, shot mid-sentence. For a moment I just stared at the words on the screen, the way you stare at something your mind doesn’t quite want to … Continue reading Blood in Our Public Square: The Death of Charlie Kirk →

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 →

A House for Memories

There’s something special about an old house. The kind that creaks with every step, as if it’s whispering stories of those who came before. This house in Galway, nearly two hundred years old, isn’t ours—we’re just renting it for a little while. But already, it feels like more than just a stop along the way. … Continue reading A House for Memories →

Rediscovering Wonder

He lay on my chest, his head tucked under my chin, his small hands resting like the world had stopped spinning just for him. I stayed still, feeling the weight of him, the warmth. The quiet demanded my attention–a moment I wanted to fold up and keep in my pocket forever. His eyes, wide and … Continue reading Rediscovering Wonder →

Kairos & Coffee

This morning, with a warm cup of coffee in hand, I settled into my usual spot for devotions. The house was quiet, and for once, there was no rush. It was one of those rare mornings where time felt generous, as if offering me a chance to sit and breathe. The Greeks had two words … Continue reading Kairos & Coffee →

Impermanence

There’s an odd sense of time that settles in when you watch your child grow. Each day feels full—so much happens in the smallest moments—but at the same time, it all slips away before I can grasp it. I see it when my son, once so tiny and still, now reaches for toys, his eyes … Continue reading Impermanence →

Cereal Lessons

Cooking breakfast for my wife used to be one of those small rituals that anchored our mornings together. Whether it was blueberry pancakes, avocado toast, or hash browns, each dish felt like a simple but meaningful way to start the day. There’s something about breakfast that sets the tone—dinner is what we look forward to … Continue reading Cereal Lessons →

The Quiet Growth of Our Little Lion

As I write this, Judah is fast asleep, his chest rising and falling with the serene rhythm that only babies possess. It’s in these quiet moments of pause that I find the space to reflect on the time past since he entered our lives—a period marked as much by his growth as by the deepening … Continue reading The Quiet Growth of Our Little Lion →

Between Seasons

A month ago, we wrapped up another summer season at camp. The final days were filled with the usual goodbyes, last-minute packing, and the bittersweet moment of driving down that familiar road one last time. It’s a transition I’ve grown used to over the years, but nothing could have prepared me for the feeling of … Continue reading Between Seasons →