Happy 5th Birthday Addison!

AddieMy sweet baby girl turns 5 years old today!  These 5 years have come and gone so quickly, it’s so hard to believe.  Addie started VPK this year, which is basically pre-kindergarten.  She absolutely loves school to the point that she cries if she has to miss due to sickness.  Like any other girl her age, she loves the movie Frozen, especially Elsa and Olaf.  She loves to play board games with my wife and I.  And she loves to have regular story time, bible story time and prayer before bed.

One of the things that was a staple of hers was that she couldn’t say Chick-Fil-A, she had always said Chicken Afe instead.  She also would for some reason say Narms instead of arms or Norange instead of orange.  Sadly though, she finally grew out of these pronunciations within the last couple of months.  I will continue to call it Chicken Afe though.

Addie has gotten to the stage where she is curious about everything.  I sometimes marvel at the thoughts and questions running through her head.  She is quite mature  for 5 years old and a very smart girl.

I’m so proud of my sweet girl and can’t wait to see what year 5 will hold for her!

The Art of Celebration

A couple of days ago, I got to experience a concert by a group called Rend Collective. What an incredible band!  The artistry in music, playing all kinds of different instruments is awesome.  But what strikes me more with this band is their love and devotion to 51TPCOM1vcL._SL500_AA280_Jesus.  As they are traveling from city to city, they are bathing their tour in prayer – prayer for a revival in the church.  A revival that brings joy and celebrates the work that has been accomplished in Jesus Christ.


I am a serious person.  Sometimes too serious for my own good.  I’m experiencing a revival of sorts in my own heart.  A revival of pure joy – so much so that even I want to dance and have fun.  This isn’t a joy that is manufactured by man or a joy that is out of my own effort.  It’s a joy that comes as one of the fruit of the Spirit.


If you have a chance, check out their tour.  If they are coming to a city near you, I would highly recommend experiencing one of their concert celebrations.




Every one of us deals with difficult people.  My company was bought out by another earlier this year and we’ve gone through quite a bit of transition.  There’s been layoffs, increasing demands and a lot of angry people.  Morale has steadily decreased and it is becoming a more and more hostile environment to work in.

After an exceptionally tough day yesterday, I was having a hard time this morning being motivated to go into work.  I arrive at work at 5am, so the good thing is that I typically have about 3 hours of quietness before the madness starts.  So this morning, I sat there in my cubicle telling the Lord that I didn’t want to be there.  I told him that I was growing weary of the constant negativity, finger pointing, accusations, etc and that I wanted out.  I’ve had quite a few recruiters call me lately, maybe I should talk to them, Lord, let me know what to do.  I then asked him to give me the grace to make through another day.

My job allows me the opportunity to listen to a lot of podcasts.  So I promptly started listening to a message by one of my newly favorite preachers that was delivered weeks ago as I’ve been combing through his archives.  If anyone ever doubted the sovereignty of God or how God transcends time with a word at the right time, let me tell you.

I listened to this pastor share a word about how there are people who currently work in dark environments and have opportunities to go where it would not be as dark.  He said, sometimes God strategically places us in these dark places so that we can make a difference there.  Then it hit me, this is a word for me.

Years ago, I worked at a non-profit religious organization.  As I look back on that time, I remember how great of a job that was.  There was camaraderie, greater purpose in our work, objectivity and nice people to work with.  It was actually a dream job.  But the thing is, God called me out of there.  I lived in a Christian bubble.  I was at the point where I had no one in my life that was not a Christian.

God was calling me to go into the world and to be a light in darkness.  Please don’t hear me as saying that everyone in these environments needs to leave, that is truly not the case.  What I am saying is that you need to hear the Lord for yourself and know what he is telling you and where he is leading you.

During that time, everything around me was so easy, I really didn’t need God because I could do it on my own.  But the reality is that was far from the truth.  I was stagnating, living comfortably and not growing.  I had to be taken out of my comfort zone and be challenged.

When I left there and took my first job outside of my Christian bubble, it was a major wake up call.  But it was what God wanted.  At that time, I realized that I could no longer do it on my own.  Instead, I would daily fall on my knees and spend time with the Lord before my day even started.  See, my times that I had spent with the Lord previously were here and there with no consistency.  But during this time, I started a daily dependence.

Now these days, it’s grown past even a daily dependence, to a constant awareness of his presence.  That constant awareness where he now gives me answers to questions on my job that I would have not figured out on my own.  We were all made to commune with him.  To know him and to grow in our relationship with him.  He is there at all times, we just need to acknowledge his presence.

So before I get off on another tangent, I will conclude with the fact that we need to know what he is telling us.  We need to know his direction.  And sometimes, maybe even many of the times, he really wants us to be in the messiest places.  That’s where we truly grow and can be a light amongst darkness.

Rise Up

Early this year I started a very in depth inductive study of the book of Leviticus.  Once I completed it, I decided to go back through and review because it was so rich in information.  After that, the Lord led me to start the same type of study on the book of Hebrews, now 11 weeks in, I’m only in chapter 4.

The time from these 2 studies has been nothing short of life changing.  To see the role of the high priest in the temple and the sacrifices and rituals that were done.  There was a way that the Most High God had to be approached and if it wasn’t done right, it would result in death.  But most importantly how everything pointed to Jesus.  There is so much more to this the most neglected and misunderstood book of the Bible.

In the book of Hebrews, we see Jesus take over the role as our High Priest and make a once and for all sacrifice.  A sacrifice that tore the veil and defeated the works of the devil.  His blood was placed on the altar of the mercy seat for us and He arose and is seated on the throne at the right hand of the Father.  His work is done.

The implications for us are huge.  We are forgiven and can now enter into the presence of the Almighty God.  Not just enter in, but boldly approach the throne of grace.  We are seated with Christ in the heavenlies.  We have power and authority in Christ over darkness.

Now as I sit and read my Bible, it brings new life to my reading and study.  Seeing what His finished work has done for us and who we are in Christ.  His word is our weapon of warfare.  It is full of power and truth that we the church seem to have been blinded to and neglect.

How can we go and sing songs that have powerful lyrics but not even give thought to what we are singing?  How can we glance over such powerful verses but wipe away any significance they might have because we haven’t seen it?  Why do we let man or culture tell us what to think or how to believe, especially when it doesn’t truly line up with the word of God?

Church, it’s time for us to rise up.  It’s time for us to wake up to who we are in Christ.  It’s time for us to stop letting television have more of an influence on our life than the word of God.  It’s time for us to stop being influenced by the culture around us but instead to influence the culture around us.  It’s time for us to take Him at His word.  It’s time for us to walk in the power of the Holy Spirit and boldly proclaim the good news to the lost.


Thoughts on Father’s Day

kidsFather’s Day is one of those bittersweet days for me.  There are a lot of joys found in becoming and being a father as you watch your children grow.  For me, it’s not so much a day of celebration and honoring myself or patting myself on the back.  It’s a reminder of the responsibility and duty that I have to my wife and children.

This responsibility is something that we dads often fail miserably at or we may take too lightly.  I don’t need to share statistics, we all know that many issues we see in society today come from the failure of a father.  Men often seek the pleasures of this world or happiness in things that will never bring them what they are seeking.  Men bow down and worship the idols of success, sports, hobbies or anything else that will allow them to escape.  We often do these things at the expense of our wife and children.

One thing I learned from my dad was the importance of being involved in my dadchildren’s lives.  There is just something about a father being present that goes such a long way in the psyche of a child.  At the very least, this is something we all as dads should seek to do.  Other things like loving and honoring our wives is also of great importance…our children will take notice of our love and devotion to our wives.

The bittersweet part for me on this day is that a little over 10 years ago, I lost my dad.  My dad was such a part of my life that there hasn’t been a day that goes by that I don’t think of him.  It’s especially hard on those rough days where I feel like a failure.  There are those days where the pressures of this world mount and I need some advice or maybe just someone to listen.  Then there are those days that I need the embrace of my father, to tell me that he love’s me and is proud of me.

I, like many others, will have to wait for those moments with my earthly father to happen again.  But it brings me to my main point.  In order to fill that hole, in order to heal that gaping wound in my heart – I need to continually turn to and embrace that role in my heavenly Father.  My heavenly Father is there and will never leave me.  My heavenly Father is there to give me wisdom when I ask.  My heavenly Father will pour his love on me, embrace me and show me how he sees me.

Developing this relationship with my heavenly Father is the most important thing. It is the only thing that will help me to not only be a good husband, but a good father to my children.  May all of us fathers have a very blessed day today.

Life is Good

I am alive and well! Last May we started attending a church that my wife and I have grown to love. It really has given me confidence in the fact that “the church” is in fact alive and well. Finding a good church is really a hard thing to do and shouldn’t be taken lightly. There are a lot of churches out there that are teaching false doctrine, not representing the true gospel of Jesus Christ and are misleading many. There are other churches that just aren’t producing much fruit in the kingdom because the focus is more on numbers that don’t truly represent true growth.

But this isn’t a post about the problems of the church as I could go on about that forever. If you want to find a good church, find one that has the main concern that the Lord, Himself, is present. That focus is so important! It was important to Moses as he declared, “If your presence will not go with me, do not bring us up from here.” Being separated from the presence of God is not an option. Why is that? Moses tells us why, “Is it not in your going with us, so that we are distinct, I and your people, from every other people on the face of the earth?”

This truth right here is paramount to us as a church being what we are supposed to be in this world. So many churches have lost the focus of His presence and it just makes them ordinary, faultless people. No wonder why so many people are disillusioned with us. If they see us, in our flesh, we are never going to impress. But if they see the glory and manifestation of the One True God, well, that is a different story.

While the church I am in is not perfect; any church is not going to be perfect; it has been a huge blessing to us. It’s been stripped of programs and the business that many churches fall into. The idea is that we are not spending a ton of time inside the building, but being the church outside. There are many that are on mission locally and worldwide but call our church home and cover those who are sent. It’s a very mature congregation in the sense that there are many who have progressed beyond milk.

For the first time in my life, I really feel as though I can call a church my own. The first year and a half of living in Jacksonville, I was often depressed and looking for a way out. But now, I am rooted and grounded, hopeful and call this my home. So life is good!

Remember What the Lord Your God has Done

For the last several months I have been in a very in-depth study of the book of Exodus.  One of the overall themes and lessons that I learned from the book is how God told His people to look back and remember what the Lord their God did for them.  This wasn’t just something that He told them once, He told them this very thing many times throughout the whole book of Exodus.  Many of these times it was because it seemed that the people forgotten what He had done for them and how He had provided with them.  The people continually grumbled and complained hopelessly, forgetting what God had done for them.

He even created the Feast of Unleavened Bread and the Feast of the Passover to command His people to remember.  They were to share the story of how the Lord their God brought them out of the midst of captivity and performed miracles and signs, setting them apart.  They were commanded to tell their children the stories, to help them understand that they serve a God who has provided.  This was to be so that the children would learn His ways and would continue to remember and pass them down throughout their generations.  To keep their eyes focused on the One True God so that they would not resort to serving false gods.

Last weekend, I took the opportunity to have a one night retreat to get away to pray for direction and to focus on the Lord.  He woke me up early Saturday morning with a word that goes as follows:

“You feel like there is something pressing in on you from every end.  Remember, I am the Lord your God who will take you from out of the midst of it.  Keep your eyes on Me with a pure heart.”

I wrote this word down to keep it in remembrance because at the time, it didn’t have but so much meaning.    I came back from the retreat encouraged and hopeful from what I had gleaned.  Monday morning, I had a beautiful time with the Lord as I studied His word and actually began to dream again.

But how the enemy comes, quickly, to steal what the Lord has planted (thank God my soil is cultivated).  Work that day became very tense and then we received bad news upon bad news.  I was simply devastated.  All I could think was that I would never allow myself to dream again.  Why dream?  Dreams were only made to be broken and shattered – come back to reality.  I was also fearful of what the future might hold.  I was a mess.

But, mercy comes in the morning, praise God.  Still hurting, as I began to cry out to the Lord, asking Him why?  I cried out that I felt this incredible pressure and could barely breathe.  He told me that everything was going to be all right and to trust Him.  I cried out help me to see that and help me to trust You.  Then He put me in remembrance of the word He had just given me 3 days earlier.

Now I remember all of those other times that I felt like there was no hope.  That I felt like my world was caving in around me.  When we struggled with infertility, but yet my God provided.  When we were told not once, but twice that we would lose our first baby Addison to miscarriage, but yet He held her in there and provided a beautiful child.  When I took a job that I realized that I was hardly qualified for, He showed me how to rely upon Him to provide the knowledge and skills I needed.  When the potential horrors were told to us of how everything in a triplet pregnancy can go wrong but yet we now have 3 more beautiful children that are healthy and developmentally sound.  That caring for 3 babies and another would be financially devastating, but yet He provided.  That with mounting medical bills and debt, still, He has provided.  That when we were to pay both rent and mortgage that was well above 50% of my salary, He still provided.  The list can go on and on.

My point is, I am to look back and remember how my God carried us through these difficult times.  That I can trust Him because He is good.  And that I am to proclaim His goodness to all.  To proclaim it especially to my children so that they will know the Lord their God who they will serve one day as well.  Then they in turn will pass it on throughout the generations.  My friends, I am encouraged.  I am hopeful.  I am blessed.

Facing Fears

Today I was at the playground with my four year old daughter.  As she was climbing up the monkey bars, I started to tense up as I was fearing that she might fall or hurt herself.  She was able to climb them just fine and it was the first time I had actually seen her do it.  She would climb up a short distance and jump down, then climb up a little higher and jump down.  Then she climbed up yet again, a little higher than the previous time and lined herself up to get ready to jump.

I could sense that she was thinking it over, the height, the distance and whether she wanted to attempt it from this level.  She turns to me and says, I want to jump from here.  Going against my initial instinct, I said to go for it.  The words made me cringe as I said them.  Again, she pauses to calculate, her mind spinning.  Then she tells me she is scared.

So I thought for a moment about it, what do I tell her?  At first I wanted to tell her not to because I was afraid she might get hurt.  But inside I knew that I needed to encourage her.  Encourage her to stand up and face her fears.  To try things despite being afraid.  It’s not like the distance was really that far.  If she fell from the fall, she was going to fall into sand.  There really was nothing to be afraid of.  She lined up and jumped.  I wish I could say that it all ended with a high five.  It didn’t.  She fell forward and her face landed in the sand.  So instead, I wound up brushing the sand off her face and helping her up.  The good thing, she wasn’t afraid to get back up and go again.

My initial fear was because I wanted to protect her and keep her safe.  While that kind of parenting might be wise in some situations, the truth is that it is harmful in many others.  I don’t want to raise a child that is afraid to try.  I want to raise a child that grows up not fearing risk and takes chances.  I want to raise a child that is not afraid to fail.

Excuses, Excuses…

Most of us are familiar with the story of Moses and the burning bush.  God told Moses that He wanted him to go to Egypt and deliver His people from the hand of Pharoah.  First Moses made an excuse about the people not believing him or listening to him but yet God provided him not just one powerful sign, but two.  But in Exodus 4:10 Moses came back with yet another excuse…”Oh, my Lord, I am not eloquent, either in the past or since you have spoken to your servant, but I am slow of speech and of tongue.”

God rebukes Moses reminding him who it is that made man’s mouth.  He tells him to go and that He will be with his mouth and teach him what to speak.  But again, Moses asks God to send someone else.  God then provides Moses brother Aaron as a helper.

While many of us are very familiar with that part of the story, most of us don’t think about Stephen’s speech just before he was stoned to death.  In that speech (Acts 7:22), he spoke of Moses and said – “And Moses was instructed in all the wisdom of the Egyptians, and he was mighty in his words and deeds.”

So we learn here that Moses was actually mighty in not only his deeds but his words too!  But Moses said that he was not Could it be that Moses could have actually done his task without the help of Aaron?

How many times does God tell us to do something, but yet we make excuses as to why we can’t?  Could it be that when God tells us to do something that He has already made the provision necessary?  Could it be that He already knows the end from the beginning?  Or could it be that God sees us in a much different light than we see ourselves and our abilities?

Happy 1st Birthday Triplets!

It’s hard to believe that it has been a year since the birth of McKenna, Josiah and Ryleigh.  I remember that I couldn’t imagine what my life was going to be like after the birth of three babies at one time.  How would we manage?  Where would we get the money?  Will they be healthy?  What are we getting into?


McKenna, Ryleigh and Josiah

After the initial shock and rough nights early on, it actually took me about three or four months before I actually fell in love with them.  I know that sounds harsh, but it’s the truth.  I was blaming them for the amount of debt we inherited.  I was blaming them for the sleepless nights.  I was blaming them for being stuck at home.  I was blaming them for many things.

We learned to adapt.  We learned how to manage.  We saw the Lord provide.  The babies stayed healthy and developed normally.  They were evaluated by early steps and actually didn’t qualify for any programs because they were just like any other singleton baby.  God was doing a work in my heart, as He began to break selfishness, pride and fear.  Now I can’t imagine my life without them.  Wherever we go out in public, we are an attraction.  People come up to look and ask questions.  They give us an opportunity to talk to strangers and share our story.  Now we don’t have to think of some sort of way to break the ice and make conversation.


Ryleigh, Josiah, and McKenna

Now at the age of one, they are all mobile, crawling and getting into everything.  They each have distinctively different personalities.  It’s amazing to watch three grow up at the same exact time and see the differences.

Ryleigh, who was the smallest at birth is very active and is typically the first to do anything physical.  She was the first to crawl and now the first to stand.  She is so active that it’s sometimes hard to get her to just stop and cuddle but she has a very fun personality.   She moves around quickly and we have to keep a constant eye on her.  She’s generally weary of strangers, almost like she is skeptical of their intentions.  But once she gets to know you and warms up, she will be the first to greet you verbally.  She is also the loudest of the three.

Josiah, the only boy, is usually the first to smile at a stranger and loves people.  When you enter a room, he will crawl right up to your feet to greet you.  Some of the things Josiah loves is eating, sleeping, eating, being held, eating, jumping and eating.  Did I mention that the boy likes to eat?   He loves to cuddle and will flirt with other girls.  I strum my finger across his lips, which he seems to find comforting.  Whenever one of his sisters cries, he will try to strum his finger across their lips to comfort them.  He’s a little more needy than the girls, but he’s simply all boy.  Have fun growing up with three sisters.

McKenna is the most laid back of the group.  She didn’t start crawling until just a couple weeks ago.  She’s content just to sit and play or cuddle.  She’s the most verbal of the three and is often the first to learn things like drinking from a cup.  McKenna is the only one who has developed a vocabulary of more than momma or da-da.  She says doggy, Addie (her sister), Grandma, and Ram (VCU Ram that is).  She will also beat her chest every time I say King Kong!  She’s the most empathetic of them all and will typically put her hand on her brother’s shoulder while he’s fussing.  She’s the only one to give a kiss too.  She’s just so happy most of the time and will often give the cutest little giggle for no reason at all.  She’s the one that most everyone outside of our family gravitates to because she’s just so sweet.

Remembering back to the day we found out we were expecting triplets.  The doctor had advised us to pursue selective reduction of at least one if not two to give the other(s) a chance at a normal life.  How much more could he have been wrong?  Each of these beautiful babies were meant to be here.


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