Grant

Two hundred days. That’s how long I’ve been writing these posts—mostly late at night after the girls fall asleep. After the lights go off, the house quiets down, and my thoughts finally get a word in. Sometimes in the morning, when sleep wins but the Spirit still presses in. But tonight—on Day 200—I write in…

Today, Talacey and I are driving four hours back to San Francisco. Again. Another check-in. Another surgeon conversation. Another long day of traffic, questions, and quiet hoping. It’s easy to think days like this don’t count. You’re not producing. Not finishing anything. Not being productive. Just sitting in a car, waiting for a doctor to…

I remember a moment not too long ago when our pastor and my friend, Andrei, preached a sermon that cut deep. It started with a broad cultural critique—what was happening in the world, the drift from biblical truth, the erosion of conviction. I nodded. Took notes. Wanted to repost the video. But then he turned…

You can always tell when someone’s running. From a calling. From a cost. From the conviction that God might actually use them. That was Jonah. When God called him to Nineveh, Jonah ran the other direction. Not because he didn’t believe in God—but because…

“God isn’t counting arrows. He’s reading the faith behind every strike.” That line from today’s passages landed heavy today. Because yesterday, John MacArthur went home to the Lord. And as I read this story today about a king who stopped too soon, I couldn’t help but think of a man who didn’t. Not because he…

I’ve been asking God a hard question lately. It’s one I’ve heard on the news. Felt in my body. Watched in people I love. Why do bad things happen to good people?

Jehu was the guy who got things done. Anointed by Elisha’s messenger. Sent by God. Appointed to clean house. And clean house he did…

Sophia comes home from camp today. It’s only been a week, but our house has felt quieter. The dinner table’s been smaller. The rhythm just…off. I’ve enjoyed the time with Talacey. But I miss my daughter…

Today wasn’t dramatic. No big moments. No gut-wrenching prayers. No obvious breakthroughs. It started with hand therapy. Then a long stretch of job searching—the kind that feels more like sifting sand than building anything solid. And it ended with a quiet dinner. Just Talacey and me…

The glimmer of hope I mentioned yesterday? It’s still just a glimmer. My meeting with the other firm’s CMO went well. We hit it off. She said she was very impressed with my experience and expertise. But instead of a green light, I got a…