Thursday, June 26, 2025

When You Feel Like You’re Falling Short…

When You Feel Like You’re Falling Short…
Remember that healing is not linear. Growth takes time. And surviving sometimes is succeeding. Maybe today you didn’t check off everything on your to-do list. Maybe the house is a mess and your heart feels heavy. Maybe you snapped at someone or broke down crying in the car. That doesn’t mean you’re …

Saturday, June 14, 2025

Thoughts on AI – The Good and the Scary

Hey everyone, I want to share some thoughts today on AI technology, touching on both the exciting possibilities it offers and some of the ethical and spiritual concerns that have been weighing on me. Please bear with me as I dive into this. I’ve been studying AI for several years now—not just its ca…

Friday, June 6, 2025

“God doesn’t always take away the weight—but He strengthens our shoulders.”

 “God doesn’t always take away the weight—but He strengthens our shoulders.”
“God doesn’t always take away the weight—but He strengthens our shoulders.” There are seasons in life when the burden feels too heavy, the road too long, and the storm too fierce. We may wonder why God allows certain hardships or trials into our lives. But the truth is, God never abandons us in the …

Saturday, May 31, 2025

Current WIP Book Cover

Current WIP Book Cover
I'm working on a new book cover for my attorney and friend Jeff Teichert.   His book is called Strong Foundations, A Manifesto for the Christian Man. This is his announcement: My new book "Strong Foundations" will be coming out later this year! This book is intended to empower men to har…

Tuesday, May 20, 2025

“The Well of Hope”

“The Well of Hope”
“The Well of Hope” Beneath the oak where shadows dwell, There lies a quiet wishing well. No sign, no fame, no grand display— Just moss and stone and dreamers' clay. They come with whispers, not with gold, With hands that tremble, hearts grown old. And drop, not coins, but silent prayers That hang like …

Wednesday, May 14, 2025

Spider's Lace

Spider's Lace
In dawn’s soft hush, the meadow breathes, A silver thread among the leaves. No trumpet sounds, no footsteps tread— Yet there it waits, a woven thread. A spider’s lace, so finely spun, Catches whispers of the rising sun. Each strand, adorned with morning’s grace, Wears dew like diamonds, on its face…

Thursday, May 8, 2025

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