Daily Devotionals
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I know what it feels like to be marked by failure. To be the one who said what I shouldn’t have to the ones I love most. To see the ache and anger and anguish in a brother’s eyes and know I put it there. And still—grace meets me. Not because I’m persuasive. Not because…
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There are days when it all feels like regression. You’re not where you were—but you’re not where you want to be either. You’ve made progress, but you can’t quite see it. And what’s ahead feels more like a return to pain than a step toward healing. That’s where I am today. Talacey and I are…
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There are moments when you break. When the news is too much. The grief too deep. The silence too loud. The loss too sudden. The disappointment too sharp. And you feel it in your chest—that heavy ache of being completely undone. That’s where David is in 1 Samuel 30.
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I know the ache because I’ve been there lately. Not with the occult. But with the ache of silence. I hurt a brother I love so much—and I hurt him deeply. I see it now. I’ve confessed it. I’ve apologized. I’ve wept over it. And still… he leaves me in silence. No anger. No explosion.…
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I’ve felt a craving in my own story—when the narrative about me gets twisted, or my contribution goes unseen. I’ve stood in moments where I held the proverbial spear—knowing I could say something, text something, post something, prove something. And everything in me wanted to.
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Some people forget too easily. I’m not one of them. I remember every word of every conversation—verbatim. I remember where we stood when we spoke it. What you wore. How your voice sounded when you said it. I remember promises, insults, dismissals, backpedals, and brush-offs. And I carry them like scars. It’s not a gift.…
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You give your best. Say yes. Show up early. Stay late. Open your life. Share your home. Serve behind the scenes without needing credit. But sometimes, the very people you’ve gone to battle for don’t show up for you.
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There’s a unique kind of pain in gospel goodbyes. Not the kind born of betrayal—but the kind born of deep love. The kind that comes when someone who once walked beside you isn’t beside you anymore. David felt it. Paul felt it. I’ve felt it too.
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Jealousy is a master of disguise. It rarely shows up announcing itself. It slips in through comparison. Grows in silence. Explodes in irrationality.
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I just rewrote my résumé for the first time in 14 years. It’s polished. Strategic. Loaded with metrics and milestones. And yet—I can’t help wondering: Will anyone really see my full value in a few bullet points on a page?
