There’s a word I never really liked growing up as a Christian: Wretched. Maybe because most of my early understanding of the Christian life revolved around one thing: Sin management. Trying harder. Doing better. Getting control of myself. Read the Bible more. Pray more. Try harder next time. And I did all of it sincerely. But the cycle usually looked the same: I would fail.I would sin again. I would feel ashamed.I would question myself. Then I would start over determined to “

What does it take to have the heart of a warrior? Most men might answer that with words like strength, courage, discipline, vigilance, sacrifice. And they would be right. But not completely. Because the longer I’ve walked with men, the more convinced I’ve become that the heart of a true warrior begins somewhere most men don’t want to go. Weakness. Not weakness as passivity. Not weakness as cowardice. Not weakness as giving up. But the kind of weakness that admits: I do not ha

As I’ve been rereading parts of Soul Weathered, I’ve found myself unexpectedly convicted by my own words. That may sound strange coming from the author of the book, but the truth is, those devotions came out of decades of journals, reflections, failures, prayers, and moments where God met me in real life. When I started putting the book together, I had hundreds of pages I could have included. Narrowing it down to 52 devotionals honestly came down to trust. Trusting the Holy S

In my last post, I shared the moment when I realized something simple: If I wanted to be the man my family needed…I needed to follow God. But what I didn’t share is what that actually looked like. The picture I had at the time has stayed with me ever since. It was as if God had always been right behind me. Close.Present.Faithful. Almost like He was tapping me on the shoulder. And every once in a while, I would turn just enough to notice.Just enough to respond.Just enough to s

There was a point in my life when I realized something wasn’t lining up. I was a believer.I cared about God.I would have told you I was following Him. But when I looked closer… I saw something I hadn’t noticed before. I was available to God—as long as it didn’t interfere with my plans. It became clear to me in my 30s. My daughter was growing up, and I could see how much those years mattered. Not just being around—but how I showed up as a father. I remember making small decisi