Donaven runs into our bedroom crying.
Donaven: Dad, I made a scavenger game for Anava to play. The winner gets the big TV. She doesn’t want to play. Now I can’t get the big TV.
Yes, he made up a game. He hid things for a scavenger hunt. The winner got the big TV for the rest of the night. He’s mad that his sister saw through the plan.
I can feel the love, but I miss the days where he would just throw her remote and steal the seat when she chased it.
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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