love

hey, little girl…

so much to tell you
Hey, little girl... It's November 2, 2017. I'm on a flight from Atlanta home to Jackson, MS. I'm listening to the song "Life" by Sleeping At Last on repeat. It has made me think of the big picture of you as our child and me as your father. One day you will look back, as I have, and say, "was my father a good father?" It makes me consider my legacy and what I'm leaving behind... You.

ha ha ha.

When I get to Heaven, Jesus is going to laugh at me. Of course, His intentions will be pure and holy. But I think He's going to run towards me like the father of the prodigal son, sweep me up in His arms, and laugh.

face to face.

And I'll fall on my face. Why? Because of the instant realization that the God that I was serving on the earth is bigger than my box. I like to think He'll look at me with a smile and tell me I had it all wrong.

Jesus… Where are you?

I'm sitting on the floor of a hotel room, looking out my window. As cars cross the bridge, red lights turn green, and the silhouette of a woman dances on the building in front of me, I feel small. Jesus... Where are you?

my wife.

My joy in my marriage to my wife is rooted in the joy of salvation and redemption given by our merciful Redeemer.

We are a body, part 1

We must shake off our worldly mindset and stop being offended! Christian brothers and sisters, consider the severity of sin and rebuke it where it is seen! On the other hand, you must quit being offended and be willing to accept rebuke in the light of the severity of sin!

be satisfied, husbands, part 2

“Husbands, love your wives, just as Christ loved the church and gave himself up for her to make her holy, cleansing her by the washing with water through the word, and to present her to himself as a radiant church,…

be satisfied, part 1

This is my first post in a series of three that will briefly address a few thoughts I have gathered in my <2 years of marriage. Someone gave me the following prose on a single sheet of paper, typed in…