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The Slow Let-Go

Parents have 938 weeks to prepare their kids for the world. 938. My wife and I are down to 23. Our daughters turn eighteen this spring. They will enroll in college. They will dip their pens into the ink well of life and write a story uniquely their own. Meantime, I helplessly peer through the hourglass as the sand dwindles at startling speed. I want to reach for it and flip it over; reset it. Try again. Change. It’s equal parts exciting and excruciating. My friend Steve reached out to me recently and asked, “How can I pray for you?” This struck me as wonderful not only because he was thinking of me, but because Steve has been battling cancer …

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Good is Coming

Friends, I think we’re in a crisis of hope. I don’t mean optimism; I mean the confident expectation that good is coming. ~ John Eldredge I saw this video of a 66-year old colorblind man who gets special glasses for his birthday. With them, he can see colors for the first time in his life. The moment he puts them on, his entire body language changes. He swings his arms like a little boy who sneaked out of bed on Christmas eve, tiptoed down the stairs and saw his shiny new bike beside the tree. He’s overwhelmed. He’s speechless. He’s changed. A woman in the video is heard saying, “Now you can see with our eyes.” Hope deferred makes the …

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Forgive Your Parents

Forgiveness is freedom When I was twelve-years-old, I was lying in a hospital bed in excruciating pain. I was about to be wheeled in for an emergency fifth surgery on my broken arm. The screw doctors drilled into my elbow a few days earlier came out, spilling blood and bone on to the floor. It was horrifying. My mom leaned over my bed and began to cry. I asked, “What are YOU crying about? She said, “I know this hurts you, but it kills me.” I thought she was crazy. Then I had kids. It cannot be described; it must be lived. When my children hurt, I hurt. The night of my surgery, my dad ignored nurse Ratched and hospital …

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What God’s Teaching Me Right Now

Not only are people not perfect; they’re in varying degrees of pain. Without thinking, those words poured from my fingertips. I stared at the screen for a long time. I was impressed by what was there. That’s how I know it didn’t come from me. Have you ever struggled with people? Ever wonder why they do what they do? Ever hope people just text you so you don’t actually have to talk to them? Me too. But that’s not why we’re here. It’s not healthy. We should find ways to look each other in the eye and connect. People will disappoint you. They’ll fall short of your expectations. They’ll lie to you and treat you or people you love poorly. …

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The Tool Room

All men die; few men ever really live. ~ John Eldredge It’s mildly morbid, but for years when my 95-year old father-in-law sent me to his basement tool room for a screw driver or something, I knew one day I’d be down there after he was gone organizing the mess. I’m sure he had a system of some kind, but seriously this room made Fred Sanford look like Martha Stewart. Several weeks after his passing, there I was surrounded by saw dust on the concrete floor of a poorly lit room tucked away deep in the corner of his home. I organized everything from his screws, nails and washers to his power tools, hammers and wrenches. His drill is recharging …