Psalm 34:14 says, “Turn from evil and do good; seek peace and pursue it.” Now that ain’t just a gentle nudge—it’s a full-on spiritual sprint. It doesn’t say “sit back and hope peace shows up like a pizza delivery.” It says go after it. Hunt it down like it owes you money. Chase

10 Years of Buzz Cuts and Budget Cuts: A Love Story in Baldness When ALS rolled into my life, it didn’t just take my strength—it took my ability to sit upright in a barber’s chair without looking like a sleepy bobblehead. Add in the fact that ALS comes with a subscription to the

I’ve lived this—not read it in a devotional or heard it in a sermon. I’ve walked it. Trying to love God while holding on to sin is like trying to love two people who demand your whole heart. It doesn’t work. One will always feel betrayed. And if you’re anything like I was, it’s

This week I shared a few stories about Tanja and me navigating life with ALS. True stories. Honest stories. Hilarious stories. And apparently, stories that have me one Facebook post away from being unplugged like a dusty crockpot nobody uses anymore. 📣 Exhibit A: The cartoon

“Kerry & Tanja: Tales from the Rear” Now listen—this may be more than you need to know, but I feel like you deserve the full documentary. Not the highlight reel. Not the PG version. I’m talking full-blown, uncensored, behind-the-scenes exposé with dramatic reenactments and a

Everybody in town swears up and down that I used to rock a Jheri curl. They tell the story like it was some legendary event: “Man, you should’ve seen you, shining like a freshly waxed Cadillac under them Friday night lights!” “Bruh, every time you turned your head, people had

When life throws obstacles at you—and it will—don’t just look for the way out. Look for the way through. Because every hardship is a holy invitation to practice the virtues God has already placed inside you. I’m talking about courage, discipline, justice, and wisdom. Not the

So my wife Tanja comes to me all serious the other day and says: “Honey, what do you think I should cook for the Labor Day get-together? I’m inviting people over to watch the games.” Now let me remind y’all of something. I’m paralyzed. I can’t speak. And I eat through a

There’s a saying that floats around locker rooms and boardrooms alike: “Some folks were born on third base and think they hit a triple.” It’s a clever way of calling out the illusion of self-made success when the truth is—some people started life with advantages others

Now listen… I wasn’t ready for the comedy show that was about to happen during my morning routine. So there I am, sitting in my shower/commode chair, minding my business—literally. They hand me the urinal, and Tanja and Chasity (my CNAs) move on to their “next order of

Some days, I wake up and feel it deep in my bones—gratitude, peace, and a quiet joy that whispers, “It feels good to be me.” Not because everything’s easy. Not because the road is smooth. But because I know who I am and whose I am. Why does it feel good to be me? Because I

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This morning, I woke up with the kind of energy that only football season can bring. My eyes popped open, my heart was racing, and I swear I could already hear the faint echo of marching bands in the distance. “It’s GAMEDAY!” I thought, grinning like a kid on Christmas morning.

Every morning, during my devotional time, I do something simple but meaningful—I let music set the tone for my day. I’ll shuffle through songs and see what lands in my spirit. Today, it was The Winans feat. Anita Baker – “Ain’t No Need to Worry.” The lyrics say: “Ain’t no need

“For we walk by faith, not by sight.” — 2 Corinthians 5:7 There’s something sacred about slipping on a new pair of shoes. The smell of fresh leather or canvas, the tight hug around your foot, the clean soles untouched by gravel or gum. It’s a small thing, but it feels like a

You ever notice how a paralyzed person’s air and nails grow like they’re on performance-enhancing drugs? I mean, my nails grow so fast, sometimes I catch myself looking like Wolverine from the X-Men. All I need is a leather jacket and a theme song, and I’m ready to slash

It was a picture-perfect Sunday morning. The sanctuary was humming with anticipation, the choir was warming up like they were auditioning for heaven’s house band, and I was parked in my usual spot—front and center, ready to receive the Word and maybe a few hugs. Now, let me

I’ve stayed too long in places God never meant for me to settle. I’ve camped out in compromise, pitched a tent in pain, and built a porch on patterns that were slowly killing me. And I don’t say that for drama—I say it because I’ve lived it. I’ve smiled through dysfunction,

There’s a phrase that’ll make you sit up straighter than a deacon in a folding chair: “You said that.” Those three words can stop a grown man in his tracks. It usually comes from a child—eyes wide, voice firm, memory sharp as a tack. And they don’t whisper it. No sir. They

“From Crack to Cross: A Caregiver’s Guide to Spiritual Sanitation.” I know this is too much information—but if I’m gonna tell it, I’ve gotta tell it all. This is a true story. Not once, but multiple times. And this week, it was Tanja’s turn to take the wheel… or should I say,