Count Your Blessings...

Sometimes we're so focused on what's missing that we forget how much we already have.

That thought hit me hard recently.

It's easy to get caught up in the things we wish were different. We look at our finances and think about what we don't have. We look at our circumstances and focus on the struggles. We compare our lives to others and wonder why certain doors haven't opened for us. Before long, our attention is consumed by what's lacking instead of what God has already provided.

I've been guilty of that myself.

There have been seasons where I've spent so much time worrying about the next step that I failed to appreciate where I was standing. Seasons where I focused on unanswered prayers rather than the many prayers God had already answered. Seasons where the challenges seemed bigger than the blessings.

But when I stop and really look around, I realize just how much I have to be thankful for.

I have a husband who stands beside me through life's ups and downs. I have a son who has worked hard, graduated, and is pursuing his dreams with determination. I have a home, food on the table, friends who care, and a God who has faithfully carried us through every difficult season we've faced.

Has life been perfect? Not even close.

We've walked through disappointments, financial concerns, health issues, and unexpected changes. We've had plans that didn't work out the way we thought they would. Yet through it all, God has remained faithful.

The truth is that gratitude changes our perspective. It doesn't make our problems disappear, but it reminds us that our problems are not the whole story. There are blessings woven throughout every chapter of our lives if we're willing to look for them.

When I think back over the years, I can see God's hand in so many places. Doors He opened. Protection He provided. Lessons He taught. People He placed in our lives at just the right moment. Even in the hardest seasons, there were blessings I couldn't see until much later.

Today, I'm choosing to focus less on what's missing and more on what's been given.

Not because everything is perfect, but because there is always something to thank God for.

So if you're walking through a difficult season right now, take a moment to count your blessings. They may not erase your struggles, but they can remind you of God's goodness and faithfulness.

Sometimes the richest life isn't the one that has the most—it's the one that recognizes how much it already has.

Count your blessings. They are far greater than you think.

Conn Smythe Trophy Winner: Jordan Staal...

Some players are known for their goals.

Some players are known for their statistics.

And then there are players like Jordan Staal—leaders whose impact can't always be measured on a score sheet.

When the Carolina Hurricanes won the Stanley Cup Championship last night, there were plenty of players who could have been considered for the Conn Smythe Trophy as playoff MVP. But there was something fitting about seeing Captain Jordan Staal receive the honor.

For years, Staal has been the heartbeat of this team.

He isn't flashy. He doesn't seek attention. He simply shows up every night and does whatever is needed to help his team win. Whether it's shutting down the opponent's top line, winning key faceoffs, killing penalties, or providing leadership in the locker room, Jordan Staal has been doing the little things that championships are built on.

What makes this moment so special is how long he's waited for it.

Since arriving in Carolina, Staal has been part of the foundation that transformed the Hurricanes from a struggling franchise into a perennial contender. Through coaching changes, rebuilding years, playoff heartbreaks, and near misses, he never wavered. He remained committed to the organization, his teammates, and the city of Raleigh.

That's the mark of a true leader.

As captain, he has led by example. His work ethic is second to none. His teammates respect him. The fans love him. And when the biggest games of the season arrived, he elevated his play even further.

The Conn Smythe Trophy isn't just awarded for scoring goals. It's awarded to the player who has the greatest impact throughout the Stanley Cup Playoffs. In many ways, Jordan Staal's entire career has been about making an impact that goes beyond the numbers.

He has shown that leadership matters.

Character matters.

Consistency matters.

Watching him lift the Stanley Cup as captain was emotional enough. Seeing him receive the Conn Smythe Trophy felt like recognition for years of sacrifice, perseverance, and unwavering commitment to his team.

As a die hard Hurricanes fan, I've watched Jordan Staal give everything he has to this organization. This championship validated what we've known all along—he is one of the greatest leaders to ever wear a Hurricanes sweater.

Twenty years after Rod Brind'Amour captained the Hurricanes to their first Stanley Cup, another captain has etched his name into Carolina hockey history.

Congratulations, Jordan Staal.

Stanley Cup Champion.

Conn Smythe Trophy Winner.

Forever a Carolina Hurricanes legend.

🏒🏆❤️🖤

Jaccob Slavin: Christian Athlete, Olympic Gold Medalist, and Stanley Cup Champion...

Some athletes become known for their talent. Others become known for their character. Very few are remembered for both.

That's what makes Jaccob Slavin so special.

For years, as a die hard Hurricanes fan, I have known what the rest of the hockey world is finally recognizing—that Slavin is one of the best defensemen in the game. Night after night, he quietly shuts down the league's top players, makes impossible defensive plays look routine, and leads by example both on and off the ice.

But 2026 elevated him into truly rare company.

In February, Slavin helped lead Team USA to its first Olympic gold medal in men's hockey since the famous "Miracle on Ice" team of 1980. Wearing the red, white, and blue, he played a critical role on the blue line as the United States captured gold in Milan, fulfilling a dream that every hockey player has when they represent their country.

Then, last night, he helped bring Lord Stanley's Cup back to Raleigh as the Carolina Hurricanes captured the Stanley Cup Championship win.

With that accomplishment, Slavin joined one of the most exclusive clubs in hockey history. He became only the second American player ever to win an Olympic gold medal and a Stanley Cup in the same year, joining 1980 Olympic gold medalist and New York Islanders defenseman Ken Morrow.

Think about that for a moment.

Generations of American hockey players have dreamed of accomplishing what Slavin achieved in a single year. Winning one of those championships is extraordinary. Winning both in the same season is almost unheard of.

Yet if you've ever listened to Slavin speak, you'd never know it.

What stands out most about him isn't the gold medal around his neck or the Stanley Cup ring he'll soon wear. It's his unwavering faith in Jesus Christ. Through every interview, every success, and every accomplishment, he consistently points the attention away from himself and toward God.

In a sports culture that often celebrates self-promotion, Slavin chooses humility. In a world that encourages athletes to build their own brand, he chooses to build a legacy of faith, character, and servant leadership.

As a Hurricanes fan, I couldn't be happier to see him finally lift the Stanley Cup. No one deserves it more. He has represented this organization, this community, and his faith with integrity since the day he arrived in Raleigh, North Carolina.

Olympic Gold Medalist.

Stanley Cup Champion.

Christian husband, father, and role model.

Not a bad year for Jaccob Slavin.

And perhaps the most inspiring part of all is that if you asked him which title matters most, he'd probably tell you it's none of those. His identity isn't found in a medal, a trophy, or a championship banner.

It's found in Christ.

Congratulations, Slavo. Hurricanes fans couldn't be more proud.

🏒🥇🏆❤️🖤

Carolina Hurricanes are Stanley Cup Champions...

Carolina Hurricanes are Stanley Cup Champions...

Lord Stanley's Cup is coming back to Raleigh, North Carolina!

What an incredible moment it was to watch the Carolina Hurricanes complete the journey and bring the Stanley Cup home once again. Last night's shutout victory was the perfect ending to a season filled with determination, sacrifice, and unwavering belief.

Bussi stepped into a huge role in the net and did an outstanding job after taking over for Freddie Andersen, who had an incredible playoff run himself. Throughout the postseason, every player on this team contributed in some way, proving that championships are won through teamwork, resilience, and a commitment to something bigger than yourself.

As a lifelong Hurricanes fan, this win feels especially sweet. We've waited twenty years to see Lord Stanley's Cup return to Raleigh, and seeing it happen on the 20th anniversary of the Hurricanes' first championship makes it even more special. It's hard not to think back to 2006 when Coach Rod Brind'Amour, the captain of that championship team, hoisted the Stanley Cup for the first time in franchise history.

What makes this championship even more meaningful is that Rod was at the center of both victories. Twenty years ago, he led the Hurricanes on the ice as their captain. Last night, he led them from behind the bench as their head coach. Very few people get to experience one Stanley Cup championship from either role, but Rod has now been part of bringing a championship to Carolina in both. That full-circle moment is something we Hurricanes fans will never forget.

This group of players worked tirelessly for this moment. Through the highs and lows, they never stopped believing, never stopped battling, and never stopped playing for each other. They earned every bit of this championship.

Today, as the Cup makes its way back to Raleigh, Hurricanes fans everywhere are celebrating. From the loudest fans in the arena to those cheering from their living rooms, we've all been part of this journey.

For me, it makes the moment even more special because Scot and I are celebrating our 20th wedding anniversary this year. We were married in 2006—the same year the Hurricanes won their first Stanley Cup. To see them bring the Cup back to Raleigh on the 20th anniversary of that championship, with Coach Rod once again leading the way, feels like the perfect full-circle moment.

Twenty years in the making, and worth every second of the wait. 

🏒❤️🖤

Packing for National's...

Packing for National's...

Washing and packing for a long trip always seems never-ending—even when you have a list to guide you. You can check things off one by one, feel like you’re making progress, and then suddenly realize there’s always something you forgot or didn’t think you’d need. Of course, that item ends up being the exact thing you’re now trying to squeeze into your luggage at the last minute…LOL!

As exciting as the destination is, it’s the getting there that can really drain you. Between washing clothes, organizing gear, double-checking lists, and making sure nothing important gets left behind, it feels like the to-do list just keeps growing instead of shrinking. There’s always something else that needs attention, and it never quite feels “finished” until you’re finally on the road.

If you’re anything like me, lists are your best friends. Honestly, I don’t know how people keep track of everything without them. My family likes to tease me about how many lists I make, but they’ve also seen how helpful they are—so the jokes are only so serious. At this point, they know if it’s not on the list, it probably won’t happen.

But even with all the packing chaos, there’s still something special about it. It means Nationals is here. The preparation, the rush, the last-minute reminders—it’s all part of getting ready for something exciting and meaningful.

In four short days, we will be on the road traveling to our first destination—Uncle Jeff’s—before heading to our final destination: Nationals. Looking forward to the week ahead and all the fun we will have.

One Step at a Time...

I came across this picture recently, and it really made me stop and think.

At the top of the mountain is a flag labeled "Success." But what caught my attention wasn't the destination—it was the path leading there.

The stairs are marked:

Effort.

Patience.

Failure.

Hard Work.

Consistency.

Isn't that how life works?

We often look at someone's success and assume they got there quickly or easily. We see the mountaintop, but we don't see the countless steps they had to climb to get there. We don't see the early mornings, the late nights, the setbacks, the disappointments, and the moments when they wanted to quit but kept going anyway.

The truth is that success rarely happens overnight.

I've seen that firsthand in our own lives.

Whether it was homeschooling Tim through graduation, watching him pursue his weightlifting dreams, building our family business, or simply navigating the challenges that come with everyday life, none of it happened in a single moment. It happened one step at a time.

And honestly, some of those steps weren't easy.

There were days when progress felt slow. Days when it seemed like we were working hard without seeing immediate results. Days when plans changed, obstacles appeared, and disappointment tried to convince us to quit.

But that's where the signs on this mountain path speak volumes.

Effort means showing up even when you don't feel like it.

Patience means trusting that growth is happening even when you can't see it yet.

Failure isn't the end of the journey—it's often one of the greatest teachers along the way.

Hard work is what keeps moving you forward when motivation fades.

And consistency is what turns small daily actions into big results over time.

As believers, we know that success isn't measured only by achievements or accomplishments. Sometimes success is simply being faithful to what God has called us to do.

Galatians 6:9 reminds us:

"And let us not be weary in well doing: for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not."

In due season.

Not immediately.

Not according to our timetable.

But in God's perfect timing.

Maybe you're climbing a mountain of your own right now. Maybe you're working toward a goal, praying for a breakthrough, caring for a loved one, building a business, strengthening a marriage, or pursuing a dream that feels far away.

Keep climbing.

Keep taking the next step.

Don't let a setback convince you that you've failed. Don't let slow progress make you think nothing is happening. Every step matters, even the ones that feel small.

The people who eventually reach the top aren't always the fastest or the strongest. Often, they're simply the ones who refused to quit.

One step.

One day.

One prayer.

One act of faithfulness at a time.

And before you know it, you'll look back and realize that what seemed impossible was accomplished by simply continuing to move forward.

So today, if you're tired, discouraged, or wondering if it's worth it, remember this:

The path to success isn't a giant leap.

It's a series of faithful steps.

(picture is from Precept Ministries)

Where Do You Go When Life Gets Hard?

One simple verse, but it says so much.

In Acts chapter 4, Peter and John had just been arrested because they were boldly preaching about Jesus. They were questioned, threatened, and warned to stop speaking His name. What should have been a reason to become fearful only strengthened their resolve.

Then verse 23 tells us something important:

"When they were released, they went to their friends..."

After everything they had endured, they knew exactly where to go.

They went to people who shared their faith.

They went to people who would understand.

They went to people who would pray with them and encourage them.

That challenges me to ask myself a question: Where do I go when life gets hard?

When I'm discouraged, overwhelmed, or facing uncertainty, do I isolate myself? Do I try to carry every burden alone? Or do I seek out the people God has placed in my life for encouragement and support?

I've learned that some of the greatest blessings God gives us are faithful friends and family members who point us back to Him. They may not have all the answers, but they can pray with us, listen to us, and remind us that we're not walking through life's struggles alone.

There have been seasons in my life when I desperately needed that kind of support. Times when circumstances felt heavy, when decisions were difficult, or when I simply needed someone to remind me that God was still in control. Looking back, I can see how God used others to strengthen my faith when I was weary.

Peter and John didn't return to their friends to seek pity. They returned to share what God had done and to join together in prayer. The very next verses show believers lifting their voices to God with confidence and faith.

What a reminder for us today.

We weren't created to walk this journey alone. God designed us for fellowship, encouragement, and community. When challenges come—and they will—we need people around us who will help us keep our eyes on Christ instead of our circumstances.

So today, I'm thankful for the people God has placed in my life. The ones who pray, encourage, listen, and walk beside me through both the joys and the struggles.

And I'm reminded that when life gets difficult, the best place to run is not away from God's people, but toward them.

Because sometimes the strength we need comes through the very people God has placed in our path.

(Picture is from Precept Ministries)

Choosing Peace When It Isn't Easy...

If I'm being honest, this is one of those passages that sounds much easier to read than it is to live.

When someone hurts us, misunderstands us, criticizes us, or treats us unfairly, our natural reaction is often to defend ourselves or return the hurt. We want people to know our side of the story. We want justice. We want to prove that we were right.

I've certainly had moments in my life when I felt that way.

There have been situations where I wanted to respond immediately. Times when I replayed conversations in my mind and thought of all the things I wished I had said. Times when I wanted to hold on to frustration because, in my mind, I had every reason to be upset.

But over the years, God has been teaching me that peace is often worth more than being right.

That's not always easy to accept.

Romans 12 doesn't tell us that people will always treat us fairly. It doesn't promise that everyone will understand our intentions or appreciate our efforts. Instead, it challenges us to focus on our own response.

"If possible, so far as it depends on you, live peaceably with all."

I love that phrase because it acknowledges something important: we can't control other people.

We can't control what they say.

We can't control what they think.

We can't control how they respond.

But we can control how we choose to act.

I've learned that there is a great deal of freedom in that truth. When we stop trying to manage everyone else's behavior and focus instead on honoring God with our own, life becomes much less exhausting.

That doesn't mean we become doormats. It doesn't mean we allow ourselves to be mistreated or refuse to establish healthy boundaries. Sometimes peace requires distance. Sometimes it requires difficult conversations. Sometimes it means quietly stepping away and letting God handle what we cannot.

What it does mean is that we refuse to let bitterness take root in our hearts.

I've discovered that carrying anger is a heavy burden. It steals joy, robs peace, and keeps us focused on the wrong things. God never intended for us to carry that weight forever.

Instead, He calls us to trust Him.

To do what is honorable.

To extend grace when possible.

To forgive even when it's difficult.

And to leave room for Him to work.

Some of the greatest moments of growth in my life have come when I chose peace over proving a point. Looking back, I'm grateful for the times God helped me hold my tongue, walk away from unnecessary conflict, and trust Him with situations I couldn't fix myself.

Was it always easy? Not at all.

Was it worth it? Absolutely.

Today, my prayer is that God would help me live out these verses—not just when life is easy, but especially when it's hard. That He would give me the wisdom to know when to speak, the humility to know when to stay silent, and the strength to choose peace even when my emotions are pulling me in another direction.

Because at the end of the day, I'd rather have God's peace than win an argument.

And I'd rather honor Him with my response than get even with someone else.

Your Presence Matters...

Every once in a while, I come across a simple message that stops me in my tracks. Not because it's complicated or profound, but because it's something I needed to hear.

This was one of those messages.

The truth is, life gets busy. People get caught up in their own struggles, responsibilities, and schedules. Sometimes days, weeks, or even months go by without anyone speaking words of encouragement into our lives.

And if we're not careful, we can begin to wonder if what we do really matters.

I've been there.

There have been seasons when I felt overlooked. Seasons when the work seemed endless, the progress seemed slow, and the impact seemed invisible. Seasons when I questioned whether the effort I was putting into my family, my friendships, my work, or my faith was making any difference at all.

But looking back, I've realized something important.

Many of the most meaningful things we do in life never come with immediate applause.

The parent who faithfully shows up day after day may never hear a thank you in the moment.

The friend who listens, encourages, and prays for others may never fully know how much they helped.

The person quietly serving behind the scenes may never see the ripple effect of their actions.

Yet those things matter more than we know.

I've also learned that God sees what others don't.

When we feel unnoticed, He notices.

When we feel forgotten, He remembers.

When we feel insignificant, He reminds us that we are His.

Scripture tells us that we are fearfully and wonderfully made. That means our value isn't determined by our accomplishments, our popularity, our job title, or what others think of us. Our value comes from the God who created us.

You are cherished because you were created and loved by Him.

You have purpose because He made you for a reason.

And your presence makes a difference because there is no one else exactly like you.

As I think about my own life, some of the people who made the greatest impact on me were never famous, wealthy, or widely recognized. They were ordinary people who showed kindness, offered encouragement, shared wisdom, and simply showed up when it mattered.

Their presence made a difference.

And so does yours.

You may not realize it today, but someone is encouraged because of your example. Someone is stronger because of your support. Someone's life is better because you are in it.

So if no one has reminded you lately, allow me to do so.

You are cherished.

You have purpose.

And your presence makes a difference.

Never underestimate what God can do through a life that faithfully shows up, loves others, and trusts Him one day at a time.

Got Our Jarvys Concrete Cups...

We made a special trip to Goodberrys to get our Jarvis cups, and of course, we couldn't leave without some concretes too! They were absolutely delicious and definitely worth the drive in. We picked them up after Tim finished his recovery therapy next door.

I meant to post this last week when we got them. It was the day after Jarvis scored the game-winning goal, which made it even more exciting. The timing couldn't have been much better! 🏒🍦😊

Strength Under Control...

For many years, I misunderstood what it meant to be meek.

I thought meekness meant being weak, passive, or allowing people to walk all over you. In a world that often celebrates the loudest voice, the strongest personality, and the person who pushes their way to the front, meekness can seem like a disadvantage.

But that's not what Jesus was talking about.

Meekness isn't weakness.

It's strength under control.

It's having the ability to react in anger but choosing patience instead. It's having every right to demand your own way but choosing humility. It's trusting God enough to let Him fight battles that you could try to fight yourself.

I've had moments in my life when I wanted to defend myself, prove a point, or make sure everyone knew my side of the story. Sometimes I wanted immediate answers and immediate justice. Yet time and time again, God has reminded me that not every battle is mine to fight.

Some battles belong to Him.

One of the hardest lessons I've learned is that humility often requires more strength than pride. It takes strength to stay quiet when you want to argue. It takes strength to forgive when you've been hurt. It takes strength to trust God's timing when you'd rather take matters into your own hands.

As I look back over the years, I can see how God has worked through situations where I simply had to trust Him. There were doors that closed that I didn't understand at the time. There were disappointments that felt painful in the moment. There were seasons when I wanted answers but instead received silence.

Yet God was working all along.

I've learned that meekness doesn't mean giving up. It means surrendering control to the One who sees the whole picture.

I think about our family's journey with our son and sports. There came a point when we had to step away from something that had been a significant part of our lives. We could have forced the issue. We could have insisted on staying the course simply because of the time and energy already invested.

Instead, we chose to trust.

We gave our son room to seek his own path, and God opened a door we never expected. Today, watching him thrive in Olympic weightlifting, it seems clear that this is where he was meant to be. What once felt like a difficult ending became the beginning of something far better.

That experience reminded me that God's plans often unfold when we release our grip and trust Him to lead.

The world tells us to grab, push, demand, and control. Jesus teaches something different. He teaches us to walk in humility, trust God's leadership, and let Him direct our steps.

Meekness is not about having no strength.

It's about having strength and choosing to place it in God's hands.

When Jesus says the meek will inherit the earth, He is reminding us that God's blessings are not reserved for those who force their way forward. They are for those who trust Him enough to walk humbly and faithfully, even when they don't have all the answers.

Today, my prayer is simple: Lord, help me to be strong enough to trust You, humble enough to follow You, and meek enough to let You lead.

Because I've learned that when God is leading, His destination is always better than anything I could have chosen on my own.

Nationals Bound...

I ordered this t-shirt for Tim, and we'll pick it up when we arrive at Nationals in just a couple of weeks.

It may seem like a simple shirt to some people, but to us it represents so much more. It represents the countless hours of training, the early mornings, the sore muscles, the sacrifices, and the commitment it has taken to get to this point.

This year marks Tim's first Nationals as a Junior competitor, and that makes it even more special.

As a parent, it's incredible to watch your child pursue something they truly love. I've watched Tim pour his heart into this sport, setting goals for himself and working day after day to achieve them. Success doesn't happen overnight, and it certainly doesn't happen without hard work. What makes me proud isn't just the numbers he puts on the platform—it's the discipline, determination, and character he has developed along the way.

Nationals is about more than medals and records. It's an opportunity to compete against some of the best athletes in the country, to learn from experienced lifters, and to gain valuable experience that will help him continue to grow in the sport. Every competition teaches something new, and we know he will come home stronger, wiser, and more motivated regardless of the outcome.

Of course, we're praying that he reaches the goals he has set for himself. We're praying for personal records, successful lifts, confidence on the platform, and a competition day that reflects all the hard work he has invested throughout the year. But more than that, we're praying that he enjoys the experience and embraces every moment of it.

Looking back, it's amazing to see where this journey has taken him. What started as an interest has grown into a passion, and now he's preparing to compete on one of the biggest stages available to him at this level. That's something worth celebrating.

The shirt is a fun souvenir, but the real reward is seeing a young man chase his dreams with determination and perseverance. No matter what happens at Nationals, we're already proud of how far he's come.

Now the countdown is on, and we can't wait to see what God has in store for him during this next chapter of his journey.

Wisdom in Walking Away...

For a long time, I struggled with the idea of walking away from things. Whether it was relationships, commitments, or situations that were no longer healthy, I often felt that leaving meant quitting. I thought perseverance meant staying no matter what.

Over time, I've learned something different.

Sometimes walking away isn't weakness at all. Sometimes it's one of the wisest decisions you can make.

Most people think about this only in terms of relationships, but I've come to realize it applies to many areas of life. Sometimes we have to walk away from situations, environments, or even activities that are no longer serving us well in order to make room for something better.

As a family, we experienced this firsthand with our son.

For years, he was involved in another sport. We invested countless hours, traveled to competitions, made sacrifices, and supported him every step of the way. Walking away wasn't a decision that happened overnight, and it certainly wasn't easy. There were emotions attached to it, memories attached to it, and a lot of uncertainty about what would come next.

But sometimes wisdom requires us to honestly evaluate where we are and whether it's still the right place for us.

When our son stepped away, we didn't force him into another path. Instead, we gave him room to breathe, room to think, and room to choose his next steps. Looking back now, that may have been one of the best decisions we ever made.

What happened next was something none of us could have fully anticipated.

He found Olympic weightlifting.

Or perhaps a better way to say it is that Olympic weightlifting found him.

The more he trained, the more obvious it became that this wasn't just another sport he enjoyed. This was where he belonged. His body is naturally built for it. His strengths align with it. His mindset fits it. The sport seems to bring out the very best in him.

Watching him grow and succeed in Olympic weightlifting has made us realize that this may have been where he was meant to be all along.

Had we refused to walk away from what wasn't working, we might never have discovered what was.

That experience taught me a valuable lesson: sometimes we hold on so tightly to what is familiar that we miss what God is trying to place in front of us.

Walking away can be scary because it means stepping into the unknown. We don't know what comes next. We don't know if we're making the right decision. But sometimes faith requires trusting that God is leading even when we can't see the entire path.

The same principle applies to relationships and emotional health. There are times when certain people, environments, or situations continually drain us, discourage us, or keep us from growing. Creating distance doesn't mean we stop caring. It means we're choosing wisdom over unnecessary struggle.

I've learned that protecting your peace isn't selfish. It's stewardship.

Scripture tells us to guard our hearts because everything we do flows from them. Sometimes guarding our hearts means having the courage to walk away from what no longer fits God's plan for our lives.

Looking back, I have no regrets about the decisions our family made. What felt difficult at the time opened the door to opportunities we never could have imagined. Our son found a sport he loves, a community that supports him, and a path that seems perfectly suited to how God created him.

Sometimes the greatest blessings are waiting on the other side of a decision we're afraid to make.

Walking away isn't always giving up.

Sometimes it's making room for something better.

And sometimes, it's the wisest thing you'll ever do.

When One Door Closes, God Opens Another...

When One Door Closes, God Opens Another...

I came across this graphic about bad coaches, and it immediately brought back memories of a difficult season in our family's life.

A coach has the power to influence an athlete in ways that go far beyond wins and losses. The right coach can inspire confidence, encourage growth, and help an athlete reach their full potential. Unfortunately, the wrong coach can do just the opposite.

A bad coach can make an athlete question their abilities. They can tear down confidence instead of building it up. They can create an unhealthy environment where athletes feel like they are never good enough, no matter how hard they work.

We experienced that firsthand with Tim.

There was a time when Tim was involved in a sport that he truly loved. He worked hard, showed up, put in the effort, and gave it everything he had. Yet despite all of that, he found himself under the leadership of a coach who treated him unfairly. Instead of encouraging him, the situation left him discouraged and questioning whether he even wanted to continue.

As a parent, it's heartbreaking to watch your child go through something like that. You want to fix it. You want to protect them from the hurt. But sometimes all you can do is walk beside them and trust God with the outcome.

Eventually, Tim made the difficult decision to walk away.

At the time, it felt like a loss. Walking away from something you've invested so much time, energy, and passion into is never easy. There were moments when we wondered what would come next. Would he find something else he loved? Would he ever regain the confidence that had been chipped away?

What we couldn't see then was that God was already preparing the next chapter.

Not long after leaving that sport behind, Tim discovered Olympic weightlifting.

What started as something new quickly became something much bigger.

The sport challenged him physically and mentally. It required discipline, focus, consistency, and perseverance. More importantly, it put him around coaches and athletes who believed in him, encouraged him, and helped him develop both as an athlete and as a person.

Today, watching Tim compete in Olympic weightlifting has been nothing short of amazing.

The young man who once had his confidence shaken is now setting goals, breaking personal records, competing at a high level, and pursuing a dream of one day wearing USA across his chest. The very setback that seemed so devastating at the time became the stepping stone that led him exactly where he was meant to be.

Looking back, I can honestly say that if that coach hadn't treated Tim the way he did, Tim may never have left. And if he had never left, he may never have discovered the sport where he is truly thriving today.

That doesn't excuse the hurt or make what happened right. But it does remind me of a powerful truth:

God can use even painful circumstances to redirect us toward something better.

Sometimes a closed door isn't punishment—it's protection.

Sometimes a disappointment is actually a divine redirection.

Sometimes what feels like the end of a dream is simply God leading us to a bigger one.

If you're walking through a difficult situation right now—whether it's a coach, a job, a friendship, or some other disappointment—don't assume the story is over. What feels like a setback today may become the very thing that launches you into your next season.

Tim's story reminds me that our greatest opportunities can sometimes be found on the other side of our greatest disappointments.

"And we know that for those who love God all things work together for good, for those who are called according to His purpose." — Romans 8:28

Today, I'm grateful that Tim didn't quit altogether. He simply found a different path. And that path has led him farther than we ever imagined. ❤️🏋️‍♂️🇺🇸

I Always Get Up...

Life has knocked me down a few times.

More than a few, if I'm being honest.

There have been seasons that tested me in ways I never expected. I've faced disappointments that hurt deeply, watched plans fall apart, and walked through situations I never would have chosen for myself. Life has shown me things I never wanted to see and taken me down roads I never imagined traveling.

I've experienced sadness.

I've experienced failure.

I've experienced moments when I wondered how everything would work out.

There have been days when getting out of bed felt like a victory. Days when the weight of circumstances seemed heavier than my strength to carry them. Days when I questioned whether I had enough left in me to keep moving forward.

But through it all, I've learned something important.

I may get knocked down, but I don't stay there.

Not because I'm stronger than everyone else.

Not because I have all the answers.

And certainly not because life has been easy.

I get back up because God has been faithful.

Every time I've faced a setback, God has provided the strength for one more step. Every time I've felt broken, He has brought healing. Every time I've thought a chapter was ending, He was already writing the next one.

The struggles I've faced have not defined me. They have shaped me.

The failures I've experienced have not destroyed me. They have taught me.

The hardships I've endured have not stopped me. They have strengthened me.

Looking back, I can see that some of my greatest growth came from the very seasons I would never choose to repeat. God used those difficult moments to deepen my faith, build my character, and remind me where my true source of strength comes from.

Maybe you're walking through one of those difficult seasons right now. Maybe you've been knocked down by disappointment, loss, failure, or circumstances beyond your control.

If so, don't give up.

Rest if you need to.

Pray if you need to.

Lean on others if you need to.

But don't stay down.

The same God who carried you yesterday will carry you today. And He will be there tomorrow.

Life may knock us down, but with God's help, we can always get back up.

And that's exactly what I intend to keep doing.

Again and again.

No matter what comes my way.

I always get up.

One Step at a Time...

Life has a way of overwhelming us sometimes.

There are seasons when the road ahead seems long, the obstacles seem too big, and the finish line feels impossibly far away. We look at everything that still needs to be done and wonder how we're ever going to make it through.

I've learned that during those moments, it's usually not helpful to focus on the entire journey. Looking too far ahead can make us feel discouraged before we even take the next step.

Instead, sometimes the best thing we can do is simply focus on the step right in front of us.

Not ten steps.

Not a hundred steps.

Just one.

One phone call.
One workout.
One prayer.
One task.
One act of obedience.
One day at a time.

Some of life's greatest victories are not won through giant leaps. They're won through small, faithful steps repeated day after day. Progress often happens so gradually that we don't even notice it until we look back and realize how far we've come.

I've seen this play out in recovery, in training, in healing, and in faith. Whether you're rebuilding your health, working toward a goal, recovering from a setback, or simply trying to make it through a difficult season, every step matters.

And here's the beautiful thing: God doesn't usually show us the entire path. He gives us enough light for the next step.

As believers, we are called to walk by faith, not by sight. That means trusting God even when we can't see the whole picture. It means believing that He is working behind the scenes when progress feels slow and answers seem delayed.

If you're struggling today, don't worry about next month or even next week. Don't carry burdens that belong to tomorrow.

Just take the next step.

Then when you've done that, take another.

Before long, you'll look back and realize that what once seemed impossible was accomplished one faithful step at a time.

Keep moving forward.

Keep trusting God.

Keep taking the next step.

That's how journeys are completed, mountains are climbed, and difficult seasons are overcome—one step at a time.

Do We Ever Truly Own Our Home?

I recently came across the statement in the picture above, and it really made me stop and think.

The more I thought about it, the more it made me reflect on our own situation.

In less than ten years, if all goes according to plan, Scot and I will have our home completely paid off. No mortgage. No monthly payment to a bank. The house that we've worked for, sacrificed for, and poured years of our lives into will finally be ours.

Or will it?

The reality is that even after the mortgage is paid, there will still be property taxes. If those taxes aren't paid, the government can place a lien on the property and, in some cases, eventually take it. That means that while the bank may no longer own a piece of our home, there will always be an ongoing cost attached to the land we live on.

Now, I understand that taxes help fund schools, roads, emergency services, and other public needs. This isn't about arguing whether those services are important. It's simply about the interesting reality that "paid off" doesn't necessarily mean "free."

For many families, paying off a home is one of life's greatest milestones. It represents years of hard work, discipline, delayed gratification, and perseverance. It's the reward at the end of decades of budgeting, making sacrifices, and choosing needs over wants.

When I think about our own journey, I realize that a house is so much more than lumber, bricks, and drywall. It's where memories are made. It's where we've celebrated birthdays, gathered around the dinner table, welcomed family and friends, and weathered life's storms together. It's where we've laughed, cried, prayed, and dreamed about the future.

Like many families, we've had seasons where money was tight and unexpected expenses seemed to come out of nowhere. There have been repairs, maintenance projects, rising costs, and all the responsibilities that come with homeownership. Yet through every season, God has faithfully provided what we needed.

That's why the thought of making that final mortgage payment is exciting. Not because it means we'll never have another expense, but because it marks the completion of a long journey. It represents years of commitment and sacrifice. It represents choosing financial responsibility when it would have been easier to spend elsewhere. It represents staying the course even when progress felt slow.

At the same time, the statement above serves as a reminder that true security isn't found in a house, a deed, a bank account, or even a paid-off mortgage. Any of those things can change in an instant.

Scripture reminds us in Psalm 127:1:

"Unless the Lord builds the house, those who build it labor in vain."

That verse has taken on greater meaning for me over the years. We can work hard, make plans, and strive toward financial goals—and we should—but ultimately everything we have comes from God. He is the One who provides opportunities, strength, wisdom, and blessings.

The older I get, the more I realize that ownership is often an illusion. We spend our lives accumulating things, maintaining things, and protecting things. Yet none of it truly belongs to us forever. We are simply caretakers for a season.

Our home is a blessing. The land we live on is a blessing. Every mortgage payment we've been able to make has been a blessing. Every improvement we've made and every memory we've created within these walls has been a blessing.

So while I may still find myself pondering the question of whether we ever truly "own" our homes, I know this much: I am grateful. Grateful for a roof over our heads. Grateful for God's provision. Grateful for the opportunity to work toward a goal that once seemed so far away.

Ten years from now, when we stand in our paid-off home, I hope I'll remember not just the financial accomplishment, but the journey that got us there—the lessons learned, the sacrifices made, the prayers prayed, and God's faithfulness through every season.

Because at the end of the day, everything we have is His anyway. We are simply stewards of the blessings He has entrusted to us.

And perhaps that's the most important lesson of all: our true security isn't found in what we own, but in the One who owns it all.

Remembering D-Day: June 6, 1944...

Today marks the 82nd anniversary of one of the most significant days in world history—D-Day, June 6, 1944.

On that morning, more than 156,000 Allied troops landed on the beaches of Normandy, France, in what became the largest amphibious military invasion in history. The operation, known as Operation Overlord, was a pivotal turning point in World War II. Soldiers from the United States, Great Britain, Canada, and other Allied nations stormed heavily fortified beaches under relentless enemy fire, knowing many would never return home.

It's difficult to fully comprehend the courage those young men displayed. Many were barely older than teenagers. They left behind families, friends, dreams, and futures because they believed freedom was worth fighting for. They stepped off landing crafts into uncertainty and danger so that future generations could live in liberty.

As I think about D-Day today, I'm reminded that freedom has never been free. The rights and privileges we enjoy every day came at a tremendous cost. Thousands gave their lives on the beaches of Normandy, and countless others carried the physical and emotional scars of war for the rest of their lives.

History can sometimes feel distant, especially as the years pass and fewer veterans remain to tell their stories firsthand. But days like today are important because they remind us to pause and remember. Remember the sacrifice. Remember the courage. Remember the selflessness.

Scripture tells us in John 15:13, "Greater love has no one than this, that someone lay down his life for his friends."

While the soldiers who landed on Normandy's beaches came from different backgrounds and walks of life, they shared a common purpose that day. Their bravery helped change the course of history and brought hope to a world engulfed in darkness.

Today, let us honor the heroes of D-Day—not only with words, but with gratitude. May we never take for granted the freedoms we enjoy, and may we always remember those who paid the ultimate price to secure them.

We remember. We honor. We are grateful.

#DDay #June6 #NeverForget #FreedomIsNotFree

Your Future Self Is Counting on You...

There is something powerful about realizing that who you become tomorrow is determined by what you choose to do today. Every goal achieved, every skill developed, every obstacle overcome, and every dream fulfilled begins with consistent effort in the present.

Too many people spend their time comparing themselves to others. They focus on someone else's success, someone else's journey, or someone else's accomplishments. But the greatest competition you will ever face is the person you were yesterday. Growth happens when you focus on becoming the best version of yourself rather than measuring your progress against everyone around you.

Your future self is counting on the decisions you make today. The early mornings, the extra effort, the discipline when no one is watching, and the determination to keep going when things get difficult all add up over time. Success rarely comes from one big moment. More often, it is built through countless small choices made consistently over months and years.

There will be days when you don't feel motivated. There will be days when progress seems slow and the finish line feels far away. Those are the moments when discipline becomes more important than motivation. Motivation comes and goes, but commitment keeps moving forward.

As believers, we also recognize that our potential is not based solely on our own abilities. God has placed unique gifts, talents, and opportunities within each of us. He has created us with purpose and calls us to be faithful stewards of what He has entrusted to us. Pursuing our potential is not about pride; it is about honoring God by using our gifts to their fullest capacity.

Don't settle for comfort when growth is possible. Don't let fear keep you from taking the next step. Don't allow temporary setbacks to convince you that your dreams are out of reach. Keep learning. Keep growing. Keep trusting God. Keep showing up.

Years from now, your future self will either thank you for the sacrifices you made today or wish you had started sooner.

The choice is yours.

Make today count.

We are Officially Done with Homeschooling....

We are Officially Done with Homeschooling.... 

Today feels like a turning point in our home.

I officially closed our homeschool—there’s a 30-day window after graduation to wrap everything up, and today I marked that final step. It’s one of those moments that doesn’t feel loud on the outside, but inside it carries a lot of weight. One chapter really is over now.

Homeschooling has been part of our everyday rhythm, our identity, our routines, and honestly, our lives for so long that it’s hard to explain what it feels like to close that door. There’s pride in it, yes. So much pride. But there’s also this quiet mix of emotions that comes when something you’ve poured years into is complete. You don’t just “finish school”—you finish a season of life.

And now we’re stepping into something new.

Tim is moving forward in a direction that feels both exciting and deeply intentional. He’s working alongside his dad, learning, growing, and building a strong foundation through real-world experience. At the same time, he’s continuing his weightlifting training and competitions with a level of focus that’s been building for years.

There’s something powerful about watching him chase something bigger than just the next meet or the next lift. His goal is clear: to one day wear “USA” across his chest. And as a parent, you don’t always get moments like this where you can see a dream forming so clearly and so steadily in front of you.

What makes this season special isn’t just the goals—it’s the work behind them. The early mornings, the discipline, the consistency when no one is watching. Those are the things that don’t always make headlines, but they build the kind of foundation that lasts.

So while one chapter closes today, another is already unfolding.

Different pace. Different structure. Same heart behind it all—faith, hard work, and a hope that what’s being built now will carry him exactly where he’s meant to go.

We’re grateful for what’s been completed. And we’re hopeful for what’s ahead.