Each morning of the workweek begins the same way. I awaken and do a brief metabolism-boosting, heart-rate increasing workout, eat a fast breakfast, and head for the bus stop. Once on the public transit behemoth, I have 40-50 minutes to spend at my leisure, which usually serves as quiet time with the Lord. Whether using the ride for prayer, Scripture memorization, or staring out the window savoring creation, the time allows me to calibrate myself toward the cross for the day to come.
Recently this has been a challenge. For those who don’t know, my life in the last month has been anything but easy. I will not go into the details, but between my jobs, writing, and navigating other hardship, things have been a picture of the old adage: when it rains,it pours. My hope is that April showers will lead to a blossoming May, but this has not been the case thus far. My prayers and Scriptural engagement have been necessary for my survival; and yesterday, while praying for my wife and household, I felt a surge of hope that the coming summer season would be a time of unprecedented flourishing in our lives, beyond expectation.Learn More