The Christmas season can be a bit polarizing, can’t it?
For some, Christmas marks a time of joy, where we celebrate the blessings of family and friends, offering gifts and treats, time and hugs; it is a time where we experience warmth, joy and child-like delight.
For others, Christmas serves as a brutal reminder of loss, where the “joys” of the season only serve to magnify the pain and suffering on the inside.
Read MoreIf you’re mornings are anything like mine, they look something like this:
Alarm goes off; hit snooze; feel guilty for hitting snooze; peel yourself out of bed; make coffee in a quiet house; savor first sip of coffee in a quiet house; smell of coffee wakes children up; kiss them good morning; stare blankly into space until caffeine takes effect; caffeine kicks in just in time to feebly attempt to keep brothers’ hands and feet off each other in the living room; attempts fail; brothers fight over blanket; brothers fight over couch space; brothers fight over who can breathe who’s air; use “getting the paper” as an excuse to escape the noise
Read MoreI had the opportunity to speak to a group of young professionals last night. It was a great time sharing my personal story and that of my business with an absolutely great audience. What struck me as I was sharing was fairly profound:
A life lived courageously is really the only life worth truly living.
Read MoreIf your life is anything like mine, you’re intimately familiar with the hectic day-to-day of running from one meeting to the next, frantically checking emails in between appointments, peeling yourself away from work in order to scarf down an early dinner before running the kids to soccer practice, only to finally allow pause sometime after 9pm where you’re too tired for much of anything before you finally collapse in bed only to start again the next day.
Your specific details may differ from mine, but busy is something I think we can all relate to.
Read MoreThis was originally written 7 years ago, but I felt it worthwhile to post it today. You see, I often feel like young Garrett in this story - sometimes reluctant to take risks, yet letting the sense of adventure take over, enjoying the thrill that comes with it. Until, that is, I feel in danger and/or scared that I might not make it through. Like Garrett, I often end up with scrapes and bruises, but I can relate to the young bloke in so many ways...
Enjoy the read; I know as a father I sure enjoyed the moment:
Read MoreI’m fairly certain we can all relate to the paralyzing fear associated with feeling called to move in a particular direction. Perhaps it’s a calling for a career change, or to move to a new city, or maybe it’s a calling to finally pop the question to your longtime girlfriend.
The fears seem to wait until after we’re convinced that we should take that big step—it’s almost as if the torrent is held back until we finally decide to move forward in courage, and then the floodwaters break and all of the fears and doubts roll in…
Read MoreI had the opportunity to celebrate my birthday over the weekend, and I was genuinely humbled by all of the love shown me by family, friends, and even those I don’t know particularly well.
It was such a contrast to a birthday I had a few years ago…
Read MoreI used to walk blissfully through life, all the while not knowing I was being stalked by a wild, stealthy cat—one with big teeth and sharp claws, and when it jumped me, I was caught so off guard I didn’t know quite what to do.
Read MoreI had no idea when I started this that so much space would be taken up with confessionals, but apparently there has been a need to get a lot of stuff off my chest lately. I’ve struggled with my role as a Christian businessman, I’ve admitted my fears, and now it’s time for me to confess a deep, piercing addiction…
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