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Here I share thoughts, stories, and behind‑the‑scenes reflections that don’t always make it into the podcast. New content arrives mid-week.
Fly Fishing Helps Me Hear God
Hemingway wrote about fishing with this rugged, stoic intensity — man versus nature, man versus himself, man versus the marlin that refuses to cooperate.
Meanwhile, I’m out here losing theological battles with a trout the size of a Pop‑Tart.
But here’s the thing: Hemingway’s whole point was that struggle reveals character. And Scripture says the same thing:
“…suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope.” (Romans 5:3–4)
When You Notice the Cracks
Sometimes the most spiritual thing you can do is simply interrupt the downward slide: Send the text you’ve been avoiding. Take a breath before reacting. Restart the prayer you drifted out of. Apologize without a TED Talk.
Behind The Mic
People hear the final product — the clean audio, the steady voice, the polished flow — and they think, “Wow, he’s got this down.” And sure, I’ve got a rhythm. I’ve got a mic that doesn’t squeak anymore. I’ve got a system. But what I don’t have — ever — is a perfectly smooth start.
Saying Yes to God
If you’ve ever wondered why things suddenly get harder right after you obey God… why discouragement hits… why frustration rises… why everything seems to go wrong…
You’re not imagining it. You’re not failing. You’re not weak. You’re stepping into a battle you cannot see. And thank God you cannot see it.
When the Workload Steals Your Focus
You don’t have to outrun the overwhelm to find peace. Sometimes it’s enough to pause, breathe, and let God lift your perspective just a little higher than the noise.
When Motivation Isn’t There
This one comes from a day when showing up felt harder than the workout itself — and turned into a deeper reminder about faith, perseverance, and the quiet strength of taking one small step.
Ezekiel’s Valley and My Mic
There’s a moment in Ezekiel 37 that has followed me for awhile now: I don’t picture myself in a prophetic robe (though I’d absolutely try one on if someone handed it to me). I picture myself as someone who keeps returning to that valley — not once, but over and over.