Four years ago to the day. September moving the season dial along as light goes gold too early. It’s like fall knows something the rest of the year hasn’t figured out yet. I sit in the stillness of the morning and sip my coffee. Me, the steam from my mug, the what-if wondering out the … Continue reading Living with a Ghost
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Sitting on a Sill
You’re eating a pancake on the windowsill, looking like you’ve been caught doing something wrong. Knees pulled up, feet turned in, hair curling every direction like it always does after a nap. There was something different about you that just said, “I’m a kid, I’m not your little baby anymore.” People told me this was … Continue reading Sitting on a Sill
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
