Hey friend, When I close my eyes, I sometimes imagine Jesus standing in the middle of my driveway. We have a long, winding gravel path that leads to the main road. Our home is nestled off the street, hidden behind a swath of pine trees. From the road, the view is unclear. But as you inch down the path, our house comes into view. When I think about Jesus drawing me near, I see Him just at the edge of the bend. I walk out to meet Him. And He waits for me. As I reach Him, I lay my head upon His...

Hey friend, For almost 30 years, I served alongside the U.S. military. In that season, I learned something that surprised me: true strength doesn’t look the way we think it does. It isn’t loud or boastful. It comes in the quiet. In the stillness before the storm. Sometimes, strength and courage aren’t actions at all. Sometimes, they are waiting. “In returning and rest, you shall be saved; in quietness and trust shall be your strength.” — Isaiah 30:15 I think about how many of us pour...

Hey Friend, I'm writing this week from Oklahoma. I've been here for almost a month. My mom needs some extra care right now, so I've been spending time close to her — her home, her land, her heritage and the place where my family worked and prayed over for generations. And I've been spending time with the dead. Literally. There's a family cemetery not far from here, and I've found myself walking through it more than once this season. Reading the names. Sitting with the silence. Thinking about...