This Awkward Life

Rock climbers carry a kind of strength you don’t notice at first—quiet, disciplined, and tested under pressure. This episode reflects on how real strength is often built in unseen places, formed through patience, endurance, and trust. The kind of strength that doesn’t show off, but holds fast when it matters most.

A lot of rambling BUT the streak continues.

We had a very productive jail ministry tonight. I appreciate the opportunity to be a part.

We’ve all met them—and if we’re honest, we’ve been them. Half-finished conversations. Almost-there relationships. People with so much potential, but nothing ever quite completed. In this episode, I talk about why a full, imperfect rough draft is better than a perfect fragment—and how that idea applies not just to projects, but to people. Life isn’t meant to be polished before it’s lived. Growth is messy, relationships are unfinished, and showing up flawed is still better than never showing up at all.

Yep one of those nights. I had a idea but it couldn't compare to the sermon Pastor preached tonight.

Hunger

A tiny speck in your eye can bring everything to a halt. It steals your focus, blurs your vision, and makes you desperate for relief. In this episode, we use that familiar irritation as a mirror for the spiritual life.

How often do small offenses, worries, habits, or distractions hijack our attention and distort how we see God, others, and ourselves? We tend to rub harder—forcing fixes that only make things worse—when what we really need is cleansing, patience, and clarity.

Our last Sunday school class with Drew.

Its been a long day and I just about forgot to do a new episode but the streak continues

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We lost a great man today. Mr. Brent Comans died in his sleep. He was always kind to me and was loved by so many. He always closed his shop early on Wednesdays and I always admired that.

The Bible promises that no weapon formed against us shall prosper—but it never says the weapon won’t be formed. In this episode, we sit in that uncomfortable middle space: the pressure, the attack, the thing that showed up uninvited and tried to take us out.

What if the very weapon meant to destroy you became the thing that strengthened you? What if surviving it sharpened your faith, clarified your purpose, and revealed a resilience you didn’t know you had?

This is a reflection on gratitude after the fight—on how we’re often better on the other side of what didn’t work. Stronger. Wiser. More grounded. The weapon failed, but it didn’t leave you the same—and maybe that’s something worth thanking God for.