A good heart report brought relief, but turning 55—the age my father never got past—raised a harder question: What am I doing with the time God has given me?
A little collection with a big story: how one squishy cube from my daughter turned into a running joke with my grandkids — and something I hope they remember long after they forget which cube was my favorite.
Families don’t break all at once — they drift, one skipped gathering at a time. A raw, personal look at losing the backbone that held my family together, and what I’m finally doing about it.
Every father hopes his children know they are deeply loved. In this personal letter to my youngest son, I reflect on treasured memories, encourage him to keep following Christ, and remind him that nothing can separate a father’s love from his child.
A year after being separated from his family, a father writes an honest letter to his oldest son about faith, forgiveness, unconditional love, and the hope that one day they’ll fish together again.
Fifty years of marriage is a remarkable achievement, but my parents’ greatest legacy isn’t simply the years they’ve shared, it’s the unwavering faith, sacrificial love, and Christ-centered example they’ve lived every day. This tribute celebrates their Golden Anniversary, my mom’s birthday, and the incredible legacy they’ve built for our family.
What does God say about work? In this heartfelt letter to my sons, I share biblical wisdom, personal failures, family history, and life lessons about diligence, discipline, providing for a family, and finding our identity in Christ instead of our careers.
Every father hopes his children will know how deeply they are loved. This is the second in an ongoing series of letters to my sons, a collection of lessons, memories, failures, victories, and biblical truths I pray will guide them long after my voice is silent.
This is the first in an ongoing series of letters to my three sons. It’s a father’s heartfelt testimony about faith, mistakes, hope, and the prayer that they would always keep Jesus Christ at the center of their lives.
I was twelve years old the day I lost my father. I did not understand everything that happened, but I knew life had changed forever. This is the story of that day, the grief that followed, and the God I can now see was there even when I could not feel Him.