Daily Devotionals
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It’s easy to measure the day by what you checked off. The boxes you marked. The tasks you tackled. The output you created. I’m the kind of guy who does something not on the list then adds it to the list—just so I can cross it off. And today—three days after surgery—my list doesn’t look…
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Yesterday, therapy hurt. Not the kind of hurt that fades with Advil. The kind that makes your stomach turn and your vision blur. The kind that leaves you wondering whether this is recovery… or regression.
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Yesterday was long. Four hours to San Francisco. Four hours in pre-op, surgery, and recovery. Four more hours to get back home. Today, it’s already time to start therapy. The kind that comes with cracking and bleeding. The kind they tell you will be “excruciating” like they’re forecasting the weather.
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At noon today, I go under the knife again. The setting is different this time—scheduled, prepped, expected—but the anxiety is familiar. I’m hoping for more mobility. Less pain. A stronger grip. But beneath it all, a deeper question still presses in…
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It happened over coffee. Noah, the college director at our church, asked to meet. He wanted to share the vision for the ministry—young adults craving connection, longing for truth, needing voices who had been around the block and lived to tell about it. Then he said it…
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There’s a lot Paul could have said. The Corinthians were distracted, divided, and disoriented. Drifting into pride. Chasing novelty. Unraveling the gospel. But Paul doesn’t start with rebuke. He starts with a reminder.
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David had reached the end of his reign. The ark was secure. The people were at peace. The plans for the temple were in hand. And the giving? It was extravagant. Gold. Silver. Bronze. Iron. Onyx. Marble. Tribes. Leaders. Families. All giving willingly. Lavishly. Joyfully. But when David stands before the people to pray, he…
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A few days before it happened—before the saw, the scream, the severed fingers—I ordered our family Christmas card. As usual, I chose the layout. The photos. The font. And the words from one of my favorite hymns: Turn your eyes upon Jesus this Christmas. Look full in His wonderful face. And the things of earth…
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Today, my daughter got braces. It’s a rite of passage for many kids. A necessary step toward a straighter smile. But for a 13-year-old girl, it can feel like a mouthful of metal—tight, painful, awkward. When she and Talacey came home from the appointment, Sophia didn’t say much. She just looked at me and asked,…
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I have two younger brothers: Garrett and Michael. Both were born athletes. Growing up, they could throw a spiral, hit a curveball, bench press a Buick. I, on the other hand, could design a killer student council campaign poster with nothing but a glue stick, a sharpie, and a layout grid. They spent their high…
