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I am procrastinating. So, I thought I would inform you of several things I have learned in the last day or so, just in case you are procrastinating too. Every six months The Hubs and I do a Goodwill purge. This round included 300 articles of clothing (ranging from lots of socks to a formal dress I will never wear ever again.) The fact that I just did this six months ago and still had this much to donate makes me a little sick t...

A couple of weeks ago, I was spending some time with a highly respected friend of mine. For contextual purposes, this person is someone who has sold a lot of books, has a very well-read blog, and travels all over the world to speak and consult. One of the things he talks about frequently is social media, and I consider him to be a true trailblazer in regard to such things. During our conversation, he told me that he doesn’...

First, I think everyone in the world should be in counseling. That said, I was in counseling the other day. I’ve made an agreement with myself to always be honest, even if I sound like a…jerk…with him. Below is a portrait of a conversation we had. —– Him: So, if God was saying to you in any circumstance, not just this current issue you’re facing, “Follow me. Trust me. Do this,” wha...

Can you take 3 seconds to leave a comment and vote on which shirt you’d buy (if any?) of the five options below? If you can leave your gender and age, that would be super helpful. Any other commentary is optional but would come in handy if you have, say, thirty seconds to spare. Feel free to share too, if you like “Shirt C” but would like it better in grey. And how much you would pay for a shirt like this…...

Let me preface this post by saying I love the freedom of the internet. I think it’s a great place to share ideas and resources. If it weren’t for the generous spirit of The People of the Internet, I don’t think I’d be able to be a full time author and speaker. I wouldn’t have learned as much as I have in the last five years. I am so appreciative to people who find value in the conversations we have...

Sometimes I worry so much I make myself sick to my stomach. Physically sick. Not able to eat anything for days sick. Sometimes I get in my car on the way to a meeting or an errand and think, “I could just keep driving forever…it’s the only way out of this mess.” The heart loses hope easily. (At least this girl’s does.) As I’ve found myself in precarious situations, I’ve started taking my...

I went to a movie by myself the other night. It was the first time I’ve done that in a long, long time. Intentionally I slid through the doors late, after the movie had started, and was out and in my car before the first credit rolled. If people saw me alone, what would they think of me? Friendless? Unlovable? Awkward? Even though now, more than maybe any time in my life, I feel the arms and hearts of friends around me, so...

I was having a discussion with a friend recently about how, when we share our stories, we often refer to things that have taken place in the past. I used to be addicted to drugs. My marriage almost fell apart. I was an alcoholic. My kids were headed down the wrong path. I was the most selfish guy you’d ever meet. Our stories are important. Nobody can argue the power of God’s faithfulness shown in our past. May I ma...

We love stories of restoration. We love being unfettered and passionately full of life. But before freedom comes oppression; before redemption comes loss. We want to be rescued from our pain, but often prematurely. Do we know how to die? Are we willing to? Do we know how to fall soberly on our face and stay in the painful, the most incomplete place where we empty ourselves until we admit our own desires, our own comfort, our ow...

Before heading out on this cycling trip, one thing I was curious about was how “God would show up” and I was really excited to “find Him” in different ways. Anyway, I thought I had it figured out, this “God showing up” thing. In my fantasy I was leaning head-down into the wind, pathways of sweat cutting across my face and rolling off into the road behind me. I heard the vibration of my bike mo...