Anger Doesn’t Get a Seat at Our Sunday Table
When the same family blowup keeps replaying, an apology isn’t enough. Here’s what Joseph, Judah, and Peter taught me about boundaries, real change, and restoration.
When the same family blowup keeps replaying, an apology isn’t enough. Here’s what Joseph, Judah, and Peter taught me about boundaries, real change, and restoration.
Why do we sometimes hurt the people we love the most? Inspired by Chip Ingram’s sermon, this personal reflection explores what James 4 teaches about selfishness, pride, broken families, forgiveness, and the difficult road toward reconciliation.
What happens when nearly everything you built your life around is taken away? This is my creed: I will not surrender to sin, bitterness, or despair. I will repent, forgive, stand firm, and continue following Christ, even when following Him costs me everything.
We cannot go backward and recover the days we have lost, but lost time does not have to be the end of the story. A letter to my boys about restoration, fatherhood, and trusting God with the days still ahead.
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?
I thought I knew how my story was supposed to go: marriage, children, career, family, and growing old together. Then life changed. This is what I’m learning about loss, bitterness, tomorrow, and trusting God with a story I never expected.
What happens when you’ve prayed, waited, sought counsel, and done everything you know to save your marriage, but nothing changes? This is the story of ending my 40-day stand, releasing what I cannot restore, and entrusting the future to God.
After nearly a year of separation, I reached the place where I believe my marriage is dead. But Scripture reminds us that God has always specialized in bringing life to dead things, from the valley of dry bones to Lazarus to the resurrection of Jesus Christ. This is an honest reflection on grief, faith, and learning to trust God when hope feels gone.
At 38 years old, one month married, I found out my LAD — the artery they call “the widow maker” — was 99% blocked. My doctor told me someone was watching over me. This is the story of the warning my father never got, and what I’ve done with it since.
There are days when faith feels strong, and there are days when getting out of bed feels difficult. When my marriage felt impossible and giving up seemed easier, God reminded me that obedience is not about controlling the outcome, it is about trusting Him one more day.