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I live in two time zones. Sometimes three, depending on the season and which continent I've landed on. My calendar looks like a small air traffic control tower — Apple Clock has a permanent row of cities pinned to it, Google appointment scheduling saves my brain from all the calculations, and makes it easy for my clients, no matter where they live. It's a small, ongoing comedy — the mental gymnastics of living across time zones while still trying to show up fully for the pe

There's a moment in Psalm 27 that I saw in a new light when I read it last week. David is surrounded — actual armies, the Philistines and the Ammonites, camped around him with real weapons and real intent. And in the middle of that, he writes: "The Lord is my light and my salvation — whom shall I fear? The Lord is the stronghold of my life — of whom shall I be afraid?... Though an army besiege me, my heart will not fear; though war break out against me, even then I will be c

Returning to the one thing that resets everything There is kind of person we all know. She is capable, kind, and genuinely faith-filled. She volunteers at her church. She prays when things get hard. She has a Bible on her nightstand — has had one there for years, actually, though she couldn't tell you the last time she opened it. Life is full. The kids, the job, the relationships, the relentless scroll of responsibilities. She means to get back to it. She always means to. May

There's a lesson hiding in every ordinary moment — if you're paying attention. A few weeks ago, I found myself on vacation at a game reserve in South Africa, attempting something my family would find quietly hilarious: making a braai fire. Alone. Without expert supervision. For the uninitiated, a braai is not a BBQ. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise. I read the instructions on the charcoal packet: Charmingly written, clearly by someone who'd watched a lot of first-timers f

— and Our Modern Versions of It There’s a pattern as old as humanity itself, and most of us don’t recognize it in ourselves until the damage is done. We face a crisis — in our business, our leadership, our family — and we go looking for a fix. We exhaust every strategy, consult every expert, deploy every resource at our disposal. And somewhere in the middle of all that scrambling, we remember God. We “plug Him in.” Not as the foundation of our response, but as a last-resort a

Knowing yourself, showing up well, and choosing to grow. I didn't plan for a week alone in the African bush; it happened incidentally, but when I faced a week of solitude at Ngwenya Lodge — on the edge of the Kruger National Park in South Africa — I decided to lean into it rather than feel disappointed. The first day, I detoxed from the voices of others. The expectations (explicit or imagined), the input, and the noise of the past year of disruption and change. The second day