Last week, I took a day off from work and went on a long hike…

A number of years ago, while gallivanted across Iceland with a friend, we hiked up a craggy hill that felt like a mountain.

Here’s a Bible story found in Judges 6, retold by me…

I cut my own hair. I should not have.

John Ortberg begins his wonderful book Soul Keeping with the following allegory—

My dear Wormwood…

I once fell out of a golf cart and got a massive concussion.

No kidding.

My brother-in-law, Jeremy, started and runs an amazing custom home business in Houston, Texas called Brickmoon Design…

This season will end.

Here’s a Bible story… told with some embellishments. Maybe it means something to you today.

Once upon a time there was a servant named… Hank.

This weekend, the snow finally melted.

February in Denver was one of the snowiest on record, so there was quite a bit hanging around on our lawn. But when the temperature hit 68 on Sunday, the snow had no choice but to give up the ghost and disappear.

A few days ago, I sat down at my desk (when not traveling, I work from my office in our home) and I heard something rustle down by my feet.

Had I not known better, I might have thought that our house had a sudden infestation of some type of woodland creature.

Here’s a run at Psalm 23, written from the perspective of God to you…

I am the LORD. I’m like a shepherd to you. You are like my little sheep.

With me as your shepherd, you won’t have need of anything.

I’d like to tell you my favorite Bible story…

Once upon a time, in a kingdom far away, there was a man named Mephibosheth.

When you’re wanting direction, sometimes it can be hard to read the Bible, even though we know that’s a good place to go…

I shuffled slowly up the gang,

As crewman yelled and spat and sang.

My head stayed low, my eyes turned down,

Them: men of sea, I: boy from town.

Nothing is more important for us than understanding, considering, and receiving God’s love for us.

Nothing.

So, in that spirit… I encourage you to block out a little time today…

Last week, I wrote about how facing challenges in life is kind of like playing double tennis with God as your partner.

Imagine yourself on a tennis court.

You’re standing on the baseline, slightly bent over, racket at the ready, eyes on the net, ready to face that little yellow ball whenever it decides to make its way over.

I just drove my seven-year-old daughter Mae Mae to her dance class. It’s about a twelve-minute drive. I feel confident that she talked thirteen of those minutes.

She told me about the board game she and her sister Bomber were playing this afternoon and how Bomber almost won until Mae Mae pulled off an unexpected winning move.