Prepare a Table

Psalm 23:5 You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies; you anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows.(ESV)

Luke 6:38 give, and it will be given to you. Good measure, pressed down, shaken together, running over, will be put into your lap. For with the measure you use it will be measured back to you.(ESV)

Matthew 13:3-9 (3)And he told them many things in parables, saying: “A sower went out to sow. (4)And as he sowed, some seeds fell along the path, and the birds came and devoured them. (5)Other seeds fell on rocky ground, where they did not have much soil, and immediately they sprang up, since they had no depth of soil, (6)but when the sun rose they were scorched. And since they had no root, they withered away. (7)Other seeds fell among thorns, and the thorns grew up and choked them. (8)Other seeds fell on good soil and produced grain, some a hundredfold, some sixty, some thirty. (9)He who has ears, let him hear.(ESV)

I was a broken cup found in bad soil. I lived amongst the rocks and hard places that formed the family I came from. I cried out in desperation and gave my life to the Lord. When I gave, the Lord responded as promised. It took a bit of time, but He fixed the cup, filled it up, pressed it down, shaken together, running over, then He fixed the soil. He blessed me in bad soil. He used that blessing to anoint the soil for future generations. Since I’ve been saved, a large percentage of my family has come to know the Lord through absolutely no interaction with me. I broke contact with many of them to give myself the space needed to grow in the new life. Years later, they would reach out or we would run into each other in odd circumstances (the Lord working in mysterious ways, perhaps) and find out that we had each taken our own path into His arms.

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Who am I?

I’ve walked a path I didn’t ask for, guided by a God I can’t ignore. I don’t wear titles well—writer, teacher, leader—they fit like borrowed armor. But I know this: I’ve bled truth onto a page, challenged what I was told to swallow, and led only because I refused to follow where I couldn’t see Christ.

I don’t see greatness in the mirror. I see someone ordinary, shaped by pain and made resilient through it. I’m not above anyone. I’m not below anyone. I’m just trying to live what I believe and document the war inside so others know they aren’t alone.

If you’re looking for polished answers, you won’t find them here.
But if you’re looking for honesty, tension, paradox, and a relentless pursuit of truth,
you’re in the right place.

If you’re unsure of what path to follow or disillusioned with the world today and are willing to walk with me along this path I follow, you’ll never be alone. Everyone is welcome and invited to participate as much as they feel comfortable with.

Now, welcome home. I’m Don.

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