Journal

Here is where I see God in the ordinary, the mundane, the everyday.
These are the things I am noticing today.

  • Signed & Sealed

    Today I was reading Galatians 3, where Paul confronts a lie that had started circulating in the church: that faith in Jesus was not enough, and that if someone really wanted to belong to…

  • The Slow Work of God

    I keep coming back this question: not just what AI can do for us, but what it is doing to us. Let me explain. My job at work is innovation strategist, which is really…

  • Banner

    Banner

    Sometimes the world feels chaotic and cruel,like something has shifted beneath our feet—like we’re losing groundand don’t know why. We ask, Where are You?We wonder if You’ve stepped back,if we’ve been left to figure…

  • Singing at Midnight

    Psalm 59:16–17“But I will sing of your strength, in the morning I will sing of your love;for you are my fortress, my refuge in times of trouble.You are my strength, I sing praise to…

  • Snuggle Time

    Tucked under the covers,turned toward each other,we settle in—close, quiet,almost asleep. And then… It starts as a giggle,then a chuckle—then suddenlya rip-roaring, tears-streaming,can’t-catch-our-breathbelly laugh. All becausewe breathedat the same time.

  • Home

    Home

    This weekend I went to see Project Hail Mary with my son after finishing the book earlier last week. I walked into the theater already knowing how the story would end—and if I’m being…

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  • So Close

    So Close

    I found myself facedown on my yoga mat this morning, tears streaming down my face. If I’m honest, that is not how I expected my morning to go. But it was absolutely beautiful, and…

  • The Mirror

    The Mirror

    Just wait until they’re teenagersthe warning has always been clear. But elbow-deep in diapers,toddler tantrum throwdowns,and six months of sleep deprivation—I doubted the seriousness of that claim. Until now. Dread creeps at the doorway.Each…