There’s a section in Soul Weathered devoted entirely to grace. Not grace as a theological idea. But grace as something lived. Patsy Folk, my mom. Something seen. Something experienced in ordinary moments that quietly change the way you see people forever. One of those moments happened when I was a teenager. My mother worked at a Bible bookstore in Hickory, NC , and one day I was in the store looking through music when I started hearing raised voices. I looked over and saw an

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 “

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

There’s a lot written about habits. Morning routines. Disciplines. The things successful men do to start their day. I understand the value in that. But what has shaped my life the most… isn’t a routine. It’s a posture. I wish I could tell you I practice it perfectly every day. I don’t. But it’s something I return to again and again. It starts with a picture. I see myself walking into a vast hall. High ceilings. Columns that seem to disappear into the distance. A space that fe