When Being Needed Becomes Who You Are
I didn’t know who I was if I wasn’t doing for someone.
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People ask when it got easier. It didn’t. It got clearer.
Most of what I write starts in the first hour of the day, coffee going and the house still quiet. It’s where I work out what I actually believe about faith, about being a husband, about being a father to kids who are grown now, and about the seasons that don’t ask permission.
I’m not writing from the top of the mountain. I fight the same battles you fight. Some weeks that means discipline. Some weeks it means mercy, because I needed it.
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I didn’t know who I was if I wasn’t doing for someone.
Read the latest essayWhy it went quiet here for a while, and what stays standing when a hard year stacks up all at once.
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“Mercy is not a reward for a finish line crossed perfectly. It is the floor beneath the basement.”
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