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I wrote the above to myself in response to a challenge. If you’re like me, you’re afraid to launch into that next thing. It’s good that you’re afraid, because it tells you something: you’re onto something. If it weren’t important, there would be no fear–nothing to be afraid of.

But there are no gains without risks. That next thing you do might well fall flat. Yet you can’t know that.

It might well soar!

The only thing you have to do is try. And failure isn’t failure if you’ve learned something from it.

I’ll leave you today with a paraphrase of something I heard John Eldredge say:

Don’t veil your glory anymore. Let people feel the full weight of who you are, and let them deal with it.

Now, go! Blaze that trail!


randomlychad  —  April 19, 2013 — 4 Comments

That thing you’re going through? Yes, you can. You think you can’t, but you can. You’ve endured this far, and can continue. I belive in you. You think the battle is in your body, but it’s not. The real battleground is your mind–that is where the enemy relentlessly attacks.

Yes, these things wear on us, grind us down, but God…

But God has made you:


You are more than this. You shine with the radiance of our Father, and are more than a conqueror.

So don’t tell me you can’t when all the power, splendor, majesty, glory–in short, every spiritual blessing in the heavenlies in Christ Jesus are at your fingertips. Yes, it’s hard, but so was Christ’s passion. God will likewise bring you through–not without pain, but without stain.

Hold fast, dear one, hold on. I love you.

More importantly, God loves you. He believes in you so much that he’s put his reputation on the line. How you endure hardship before the world’s watching eyes reflects on his character.

You’ve got it in you to pull through, because God himself put it there. So press on to victory, child of the Most High.

You can.

It’s late now, and I’m quite tired. I have been grabbing every spare moment I can to write. And it’s hard. Despite having just crossed the threshold of five hundred posts here (who knows how many word that is anyway?), this thing, this book idea, looms large in my mind.

In order to do it justice, I find I must step back into the misty past to find my forebears. Because I need to know the ones who shaped the ones who shaped me.

Yet so many are gone from this life, with only shadows left. Some I never knew. And some events are things which I’m told happened to me, but of which I have no memory.

I feel like I’m reconstructing the million little pieces of a life–of many lives, really. Such is obscured by the hazy lens of time…

And so much has gone by.

Why didn’t I do this sooner? When I (on the words of Billy Joel) “wore a younger man’s clothes?” When my brain wasn’t addled by apnea?

But now is the time I have, and my heart burns within me. I have a beginning, and some notion of the middle, but I’m not sure where it will end–because this is the story of a life, like shoes being broken in, still being lived in, walked through.

There will be blisters, and calluses. And some may be pained by what I say, but it will be the truth as best as I recollect it.

It just occurred to me that I do have a fitting end:

“But God…”

What about you, and your life? Who, or what, shaped you? Somehow, does it all come back, for you, as it does me, to: “but God?”


After posting what I did yesterday,  the voices came to assail me: “Who are you to write a book–let alone ask anyone to read it?” And my soul clenched up in fear. Just who am I?

Nobody, really. Not in the world’s eyes anyway. I’m just a guy with a story, and a ridiculous dream. It’s a fool’s errand,  really.

But that is exactly where we–you and me–are supposed to be. The Bible says so: “For God has chosen the foolish things of the world to confound the wise.” This to me means that if I’m a fool, I’m his fool. And he should know.

It means that I serve a God who believes in me so very much more than I believe in him.

For too long, though I called myself a Christian, I lived a practical atheism. As I have shared previously, I lived in that dangerous place where I was alright–but nothing could have been further from the truth.

Meanwhile, the elephants congregated in the room.

There is a name for this condition, and it is legion: denial. I was most decidedly not alright.

And chances are neither are you.

Embracing this is hard–harder than anything I’ve ever done,  because it means confronting that demon called pride. But it is work I–you,  we–must do.

It also means tearing down the veils of false modesty. God has given me both a dream, and the abliity, to see it through.

Yet why do I find it so hard to belive in me?

In the meantime, life must go on here in the valley of the shadow of doubt. For if there were no room for it–doubt–there would be no room for me. I must live in the tension between confronting my pride, and confronting the lies I tell me.

I cry out: “Lord, I believe; help Thou my unbelief.”

Do you cry out with me?

To See My Love

randomlychad  —  November 21, 2011 — 8 Comments

Recently, my wife and I had a misunderstanding about something I wrote. Indeed, this was the first time I can recall that she adamantly did not like something I’d written. A lot of factors contributed to this, and I subsequently mistakenly was too open about things (instead of holding both her heart, and our marriage, sacred).

And really, that is the crux of the matter: if I had done a better job of shepherding her heart over the course of the years, I believe much of our difficulty could have been averted (or at least drastically reduced). Mea culpa. I’m just very thankful at this point that she is giving me (yet another) chance to win her heart.

Which I fully intend to cherish, and hold sacred. I am taking steps to ensure this is so by:

Enrolling in a “Life Training” class at church; and by

Signing us up for a “Love & Respect” seminar this coming February.

Communication is so foundational, and I want to do all I can to keep those lines open.

I want her to see the love I say bear for her.

Since many of you were witness to my meltdown (of “blograstic” proportions), I thought I would update you. I would also like to thank you all for praying, and for continuing in prayer.

I am still on a break from blogging, and will return to radio silence. Just didn’t wanted to leave you–my faithful readers, and friends–hanging.

Have a happy Thanksgiving! See you in the new year!