It feels weird when the world moves on without you. But that’s what it’s supposed to do.

Whenever a friend contacts me to have a meal or coffee, it’s a priority.

You have to preach the basics to yourself over and over again.

What we want is a mechanic we can trust, a bookstore that doesn’t close at 7:00 p.m., an employer who values our contribution, friends we don’t have to be on guard with, a barista who isn’t more interested in TikTok than our order and a gas station attendant who doesn’t roll her eyes when you ask why the card reader isn’t working … again.

The open road lends itself to deep(er) conversation. Take advantage of it.

Presence is important. No matter how busy I get, I want to keep that simple truth in mind as an adult.

A night that felt as close to heaven on earth as we’ll get before our Savior returns.

Why we need to redefine the word.

The table, friendship, silence, rest, words, goals and curiosity.

The heartaches of this world make us long for the day when the Father will restore all things to their rightful place.

We don’t need to squeeze more into tiny margins. We need wider margins.

Ken’s sixty-five short years left a mark that will be felt for generations to come.

We’ve all been handed a death sentence. Do the thing you have been putting off.

There’s nothing like meandering down a dirt or gravel road and watching corn, wheat or some other crop swaying gently in the breeze.