I was ranting to Sal about a situation that was frustrating me. I’ll admit this whole situation had quickly become something way bigger than it actually was, and it was taking up way too much mental real estate, but I
As I was Ranting

I was ranting to Sal about a situation that was frustrating me. I’ll admit this whole situation had quickly become something way bigger than it actually was, and it was taking up way too much mental real estate, but I
There was an experiment conducted within a medical practice. It was simple. A patient would come in for evaluation for a physical ailment. They would get a survey and on this survey they would be asked a series of questions,
You know So and So? That person you think of when you think of that trait or scenario? Like, “So and so is really good at that thing.” or “So and so really tanked that opportunity.” or “I wish
I have shared before about my passion for working out. No. No I have not. I still can’t stand it. I still have to force myself to get up and do something that looks semi-healthy. Within my disdain for
God loves to use irony in my life. My spirit consistently feels this, “Really?”/one eye-brow raised glare 🤨 from Him. Confession, the whole “say yes to less,” or “do less,” movement has always irritated me. I have done a dozen
I have been having a series of tense theological discussions. I know for some of you that sounds terrible, but I love them. Maybe it’s why I do what I do. Anyway… I have always been a John Wesley
I have always been someone that just prefers to know the formula. Not math-ish formulas cause I have always struggled with the math things, but the whole “Just do things this way and the things will work.” I realize that
One of the pastors at our church made a statement on Sunday, “I am loved by God. There is no future, better version of me that is more loved than I am right now.” I think I know this logically.
“Not that I have already obtained all this, or have already arrived at my goal, but I press on to take hold of that for which Christ Jesus took hold of me. Brothers and sisters, I do not consider myself
Just overheard a conversation at Starbucks. It was similar to one I have had a dozen times, but yet I forget what it sounds like from the outside. These older gentlemen were sitting and colorfully expressing their feelings about their