Reflections on borrowed days and the comfort of a long goodbye.

A rediscovered essay, a simple game and a reminder that the best answers often come when we’re not racing the clock.

Memories blur into summaries, but the tiny, specific moments are the ones that mean everything.

Sunlight, foxes and the quiet tempo of the forest offer gentle reminders that not everything in life is in a hurry.

A battered notebook in a dark basement becomes a quiet witness to faith, memory and the grace that carries a family through generations.

After the decorations come down and the world resumes, Emmanuel is still with us.

A quiet Christmas meditation on the sacred pause where longing gives way to worship.

A quiet Advent reflection on darkness, longing, and the hope that refuses to burn out.

This Advent, I'm tuning my ears for the sound of the trumpet while lighting candles for the baby in the manger — honoring what has happened while longing for what will be.

Gratitude doesn't mean everything is fine — it means recognizing what's good even when everything isn't.

Why do people plant trees they'll never see grow, and what does that have to do with the art you make?

Contentment isn't found in things staying the same but in learning to calm your soul and trust the One who never changes.

At one point I was releasing three or four books a year. Now I haven't had a new release since 2022, and I've learned that life isn't measured by success, unless you define success as faithfulness.

Four extra minutes. That's all it took to revisit the soccer fields, my grandparents' house, and the places that shaped me. Sometimes the long way home is exactly what you need.

After my wife cleared her to-do list one day, I picked up a marker and wrote, "Sit with Jesus." She says she might leave it there permanently.

Grief doesn't arrive on schedule. Sometimes it shows up in a Walmart parking lot, in a phone notification or in the fleeting hope that someone you've lost might still be here.

A loud green chair with a quiet lesson worth remembering.

Sometimes healing looks like steak dinners, late-night talks, and friends who show up week after week.