I’ve had seasons of physical fitness in my life, but it’s fair to say I’m not currently in one of those seasons. Over the past ten years I’ve trained for triathlons, marathons and tony-hortons. I thrive on a workout calendar. My soul savors every check box and every crossed-out-day completed. In fact, over the last three months, I’ve had several marathon research sessions to discover my next challenge. But, in the midst of my search…
We’re adopting! It’s a journey that’s been years in the making, and we couldn’t be more thrilled to be walking down this road together. Shannon and I knew having biological children might not be a possibility for us, so the seed of adoption was first planted during our dating years. But, after three years of marriage we were blessed with a beautiful, red-headed boy. God was faithful. After a couple years of parenthood, we decided…
I’ll admit it. I’ve been proud, arrogant and probably a little bit stupid. Blame it on seminary. Blame it on being raised in the church. Or, more likely, blame it on my tendency to float towards pharisaic tendencies. But, for the longest time, I have rejected the idea of devotions. All I needed was the Bible. One verse, a story and a sentence prayer wasn’t going to cut it for me. I needed meat. I…