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Dear Dad

I got an email this morning saying my checking account has dropped below $0. To be honest, I'm not even a little bit scared. That isn't the first time I've run out of money on this journey.  If I'm truly following Jesus and giving 100%, I should run out of money, right!? My own father doesn't believe in what I'm doing. In our last phone call, he told me, "It's ok to love God and have a normal life." He said that as he was "encouraging" me to get another full-time job. Lots of other people say that to me, too. But those people don't know my heart, and they most certainly don't know my relationship with Jesus. It's my...

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Walking Under Grace

I've been living on the road for six months - in total faith, just trusting in God's provision. Six straight months of not having a home, a salary, health insurance, or any certainty about where I'll be tomorrow. I've gone many days without food, and sometimes I get rained on. My truck is riding on two spare tires, and my dog, Ziva, has a bad leg. And I'm the happiest I've ever been. It's incredibly fulfilling to go to bed at night (whether that's in an actual bed, a tent, or my truck - with the seat tilted back and my leg asleep under the steering wheel) and know that I'm walking directly into the will of God. He did...

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5 Things You Don't Know About Me

As many of you know, I’m a retired frat boy. Each year during rush (“rush” is when all the freshmen and aspiring frat boys would visit the house, and we’d judge them based on their appearances and personalities), part of the voting process was to mention a positive about each candidate, along with a negative. You weren’t allowed to mention a negative without a positive. I guess it was our way of seeming fair, even though we all know it isn’t fair. Anyway, I’m about to share 5 of my imperfections with you…things I’ve never shared with anyone. But I don’t want you to get the impression that it’s all negative. So…for every negative, I will follow up with a...

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Purple Hair

I used to be such a mean-spirited person. I made fun of nerds, shouted at homeless people, and picked on girls with purple hair. I judged people for so many years - without even knowing I was being judgmental. I thought I was better than everyone who didn't see things my way. A girl with purple hair just walked into this Nashville coffee shop, and I just caught myself genuinely admiring her unique sense of spirit. Something must've changed inside of me. This journey through sobriety has taught me so much about myself, about God, and how to treat others. I'm learning. But more importantly, I'm unlearning. I'm unlearning my assumptive thought patterns. I'm unlearning selfish behaviors. I'm unlearning fear...

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