Donaven comes into the kitchen flailing his arms and legs in every weird way he can think while singing at the top of his lungs.
Donaven: Here come the dancing grannies with no shirts on!
Not sure what caught me more off guard; the dance, the song, or the fact that he truly wasn’t wearing a shirt.
Then he proceeds to slap me right on the left arm several times with all the might a roid rage orangutan can muster.
Hello,
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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