Many good things come from small beginnings, sometimes smaller than we expected. Our neighborhood movie nights are one of them. We were dumbfounded by the number of people who showed up. God wasn’t.

The grind is so daily and tiresome, so why is it worth pursuing? (Also, why I hate running.)

Sometimes idols take the form of a golden calf, sometimes they take the form of a well organized wedding binder.

Our daily grind can be filled with unmet expectations. I know mine often is. The good news is God can still be glorified in the disappointment.

“Alexa, play music from Hamilton.” This is what I say every waking minute I have to myself these days. I’m Hamilton’s newest fan. Here’s what I think his obsession with leaving a legacy has to teach us.

That little seed of an idea has sprouted. It’s official. I’m a blogger.