December has a way of making us look—really look—at what we’ve lived and what carried us through. This year held light and shadows, questions and growth. It wasn’t perfect. It was real. And somehow, through every crack, grace found its way in anyway.
I’m great at multitasking — just not at being present. Turns out, Jesus never rushed through His to-do list… and maybe I shouldn’t either.
Funny how money reveals what we really trust. This isn’t about giving more — it’s about giving better. Holding less tightly. Trusting a little more.
The world screams, “You’re not enough.” God whispers, “I’ve got this.” And sometimes, faith is just showing up — weary, doubtful, coffee in hand — and saying, “Okay God, I’m here.”
What if business was never meant to be just about profit? For a long time, I thought success meant checking all the boxes. But God showed me it was really about serving with purpose — in business, in family, and in faith. Two generations. One calling. And a story that keeps unfolding.
I thought I had my path figured out—business school, the family company, checking all the right boxes. But what do you do when success looks perfect on paper… yet feels empty in your soul? That detour led me into raw questions—and into the place where God began to rewrite my calling.
Asia: I went for adventure. What I found were amazing people, unexpected joy, and hope in the unlikeliest places
Leaky boats. Three hundred kids. A baby monkey named Sully. I went to Africa to save animals — but God taught me to let go.
I quit my job, sold everything, and set out to travel the world. First stop: Australia — become a scuba diver. Sounds simple, right? Yeah… not exactly.
What if healing isn’t a straight path, and the weight you carry doesn’t disappear — but each stumble teaches you to get back up and stand stronger?
Cracks and Grace 