"I was either going to be dead or I was going to do life in prison.”
Tony Goodwin
I Want To Be Like Water
I still think about that afternoon on the Chattahoochee. Back then, I thought I was writing about water. But now I know I was writing about having the faith and courage to step into waters not knowing where the current would carry me.
Coming Home: A Father Learning to Return
And every time I make my way back—no matter how far I’ve gone—I don’t find distance. I find strength. I find grace. I find that I’m still being built, still being shaped, still being added to.
Grandma’s Hands
Grandma’s hands were loved more than she could ever understand.
The Wait
I'm often infatuated with God’s hand, not His heart. I’ve read the scriptures and parables. I know the miracles He’s performed. But I skim over the time it takes for the miracles to happen.
