Psalms
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My job is ending. The pending transition is real. And there are days I want clarity—days I feel the pull to force a door open myself. But Jesus didn’t say: I’ll show you the door. He said: I am the door. And if I’m already in Him, then I don’t have to scramble to find…
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Just last night, Talacey and I got home from a seven-hour round-trip drive to meet with my surgeon in San Francisco. We planned the next two surgeries—one in two months to release the extensor tendons on the back side of my hand, and another two months after that to release the flexor tendons on the…
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Just yesterday, I helped a buddy unload a truckload of bark and another truckload of river rock. Or at least, I tried to help. I couldn’t lift the wheelbarrow on my own. I struggled, embarrassed, having to ask him for help when I was supposed to be there helping him. And I hated that.
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Following Jesus is easy when He’s handing out miracles. But what about when He’s leading us through something harder?
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I’ve never wished for Egypt. But I have wished the injury had been cleaner. Maybe if the saw had taken my fingers completely, the pain wouldn’t have lasted this long. The therapy wouldn’t be this difficult. The recovery wouldn’t feel never-ending. The two surgeries to come wouldn’t have to come at all.
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Jesus never asks pointless questions. And the one he asks the paralytic by the pool? It seems almost cruel… until I ask it of myself.
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The slow, corrosive poison of hiding. It festers. It eats away at the soul. And what remains is shame, fear, and a growing chasm between us and God.
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On Super Bowl Sunday last year, while millions gathered around TVs, I boarded a plane—no wings, no BBQ, no football. Just a cramped seat and a looming corporate takeover that would send my job into a slow descent into uncertainty. Now, a year later, the moment I’ve been waiting for may finally be here. But…
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We fail again and again. The law exposes it. But grace meets us in our weakness. See how Leviticus points to Christ—the only One who makes us whole.
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“I’m spiritual, but not religious.” She said it casually. A throwaway line. But my heart sank. Because there’s no purpose in religion. No point in spirituality. The only point is Jesus.
