Before We Talk About Submission

There are certain verses in Scripture that seem to attract more attention than others. Ephesians 5 is one of them. Mention marriage, and it is often only a matter of time before someone brings up the words: “Wives, submit to your husbands.” Yet the older I get, the more I find myself drawn not to…

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Coffee With My Father

This morning, as I sat quietly with my coffee, I found myself thinking about prayers. Not the prayers I am praying today. But the ones I prayed years ago. The ones whispered through tears. The ones spoken from places of uncertainty. The ones I wasn’t sure God was listening to. As I sat there, it…

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Don’t Lose Yourself

There will come a time in all of our lives when someone hurts us. Perhaps more than once. Perhaps more deeply than we ever thought possible. We will experience disappointment. Betrayal. Disrespect. Broken trust. Words that cannot be taken back. Silences that speak louder than words ever could. And if we live long enough, we…

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What Makes a Piece of Writing?

I sometimes wonder what makes a piece of writing truly resonate with people. Is it the writer? The intention behind it? The heart poured into it? Or is it simply the words themselves? At first, it seems obvious to say that writing is made of words. After all, words are what we see on the…

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What Makes a Good Father and Husband?

I have often wondered what makes a good father. And what makes a good husband. The answers seem obvious at first. A provider. A protector. A leader. A man who works hard and takes care of his family. All of those things matter. Yet as I grow older, I find myself wondering if they tell…

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The Things We Refuse to Become

Sometimes I wonder if I am creating for the wrong world. A world that moves this quickly has little use for stillness. A world that measures worth in likes, followers, views, and engagement does not often reward quiet reflection. And yet, here I am. Taking photographs of sunrises. Writing about things most people scroll past….

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The Slow Drift

There was a time when I thought broken relationships were mostly caused by the obvious heartbreaks.. The affairs. The lies. The abandonment. The harsh words that could never be taken back. But the longer I live, the more I realize that many relationships do not fall apart because of one catastrophic event. They unravel through…

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Empathy: A Blessing or A Burden?

Is empathy a blessing or a burden?Maybe both. I have always believed that empathy is one of the quietest gifts a person can carry. Not loud. Not attention-seeking. Just quietly present in the way someone notices small changes in your voice, the heaviness behind your smile, or the silence you are trying so hard to…

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My Father’s Kind of Love

There are memories that don’t fade with time… they soften, they settle, they become part of how you see the world. Monday will mark five years since my father passed. Five years… and yet, there are days he still feels close enough to reach. Not in grand moments, but in the quiet ones—how I notice…

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just because…

Some days I sit with my words a little longer than usual, and wonder if they ever reach anyone at all. Not in a dramatic way. Just quietly…like placing something in the ocean and watching it drift, unsure if it ever reaches a shore. I’ve written seven books.And I still don’t know what makes one…

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