Husband/Dad Life

I heard footsteps. Slow, hesitant, making their way down the basement stairs. No door to knock on, no barrier to […]

I live my days as a typical 42-year-old girl dad, but between 5:00 p.m. and whatever-o’clock we finally leave the

I live my days as a typical 42-year-old girl dad. Coffee poured over my morning routine fuels the flurry of

Followers of Jesus are called to grapple with the surrendering of our rights, even our right to be right, in

In the cool light of dawn, the beach awakens, a grand orchestra brought to life by the rising sun. My

“Draw near to God, and He will draw near to you.” Those words echo in every believer’s mind, illuminating a

My breath was shortened and the two hairy pillars of reliability I’ve come to depend upon were starting to protest

The lights are up. December 12th and we’ve made good on a promise. The kids have been asking about the

(Written November 30th, 2013) I once heard footsteps. At least four of them. The days and months and years that

I run up the stairs, I run down the stairs, I run up the stairs… I’m really beginning to 2nd

Next week Summer unofficially slides through open screen doors, reintroducing us to traditions left on pause. The call to arms

Creation whispers a certainty we as inhabitants often take for granted; life progresses in seasons. I remember a few months