Daily Devotionals

Every year on this date, I would ghostwrite a 9/11 message on behalf of our CEO. His colleagues perished in the towers that morning, and it fell to me to put words to that grief for employees and clients. For more than a decade, I sat at my desk on the days leading up to…

When I started this daily writing journey, I didn’t know how long I’d make it. A year was the goal. But I doubted I’d last a week. Yet here we are—228 days later. 228 mornings of staring at a blinking cursor. 228 nights of wrestling with words. 228 pages in a story I never thought…

Storms test what we’ve tied ourselves to. When the waves pick up and the wind howls, you find out quick whether the rope holds or whether it snaps under pressure. Most of us live with anchors that can’t hold. Careers, health, money, reputation—they seem steady until the weather shifts. And when the storm comes, they…

Jason laughs at me about this all the time. Whether we’re at the hardware store grabbing supplies or ordering lunch at a counter, I always glance at the name tag of whoever’s helping us and make a point to use it. “Thanks, Chris.” “I’ll have the number four, Jessica.” He says it never even occurs…

Some things feel too far gone to save. A splintered tool handle. A burnt-out candle wick. A middle finger with little sensation and lots of scar tissue. Most of us throw those things away. We assume the cost—or the effort—of repair isn’t worth the trouble…

Yesterday, Candice wrote me about the post I shared on losing her husband, Mike. Her words have been in my head ever since. Then last night at college group, the guys started talking about Buddhism—and how it says to empty your mind, while Jesus calls us to fill it. Somewhere between Candice’s grief and that…

I heard it through the grapevine—the kind of news you don’t expect on an ordinary week. Mike, the husband of my old friend and neighbor, Candice, died suddenly last week from a medical emergency while driving. I never had the chance to meet Mike. I don’t know his story. But I know Candice’s family. I…

Isaiah 35 opens with a picture that doesn’t make sense on its own. “The wilderness and the dry land shall be glad; the desert shall rejoice and blossom like the crocus.” (v1) Deserts don’t bloom. At least not for long. They’re dry, unforgiving, and hostile to anything fragile. I know, because I grew up in…

Saturday gets almost no ink in the Gospels. No miracles. No sermons. No thundering voice from heaven. Just silence…

Before the psalmist who wrote Psalm 93 says anything about the floods rising or the waters roaring, he starts here—with the throne. With the One who sits on it. With a declaration that the Lord is not just present but reigning, not just existing but clothed in majesty and strength. It’s only after that that…