I remember being up for a huge departmental promotion from my employer years ago. I had dotted my I’s and crossed all my T’s. For all its worth, I was beaming with anticipation of taking on a new and larger role within my organization. In my heart of hearts, I knew I had the
“We delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty.” -Maya Angelou    The kind of legacy we leave will only reflect the kind of life we lived. Seems obvious, but there is a bit of irony in our tendency to romanticize the leaving,
  Alex Hitchens said it best, “No game. No guile. No girl.” Hitch hit the big screen and inspired men to raise their game and get the girl. However, fast-forward to 2018, and we’re stuck in a junior high montage of fearful men and confused women. I’ve seen too many male friends struggle to break
    Java and I have been in a long-term relationship ever since I could talk. Ok. Maybe you haven’t noticed, but I have an obsession with coffee. Yes. I admit it. Coffee shops are my kryptonite. I try to evade the sweet scent of intoxication, but I can’t resist – I can’t pass by
    Bullets ricocheted off of each locker – each pelt of the metal echoed across the crowded hallways. Each scream, each whisper, each plea for mercy echoed within that small space. We can turn the channel. We can turn a blind eye. However, we can’t stop the questions – we can’t stop the gnawing
    The aroma of organic coffee beans, fresh hair gel and musky cologne waft through the air and beckon me to step into the modern amphitheater. The lights grow dim and the crowds push forward, yet the volunteers stand their ground like sentinels at their post – no one blinks and no one moves.
    We live in a culture that sensationalizes “purpose”. Somehow, we’ve come to believe that this illusive concept is the missing link to an assurance of fulfillment, riches, and comfort. However, anyone who has embarked on a journey to find their purpose knows that the quest is not an easy one. It’s often laced
      I grew up believing a lie. As a Christian, much of what I accept as truth is based on faith – belief that the Bible is the infallible Word of God, and that my experiences are a small part of a story that is unfolding to His glory. That’s not the lie.
    I turned 30 recently, and truth be told, it’s all been very anticlimactic. I don’t actually feel different, but there is a constant awareness that I am older and I should feel different. A big part of this is because I spent my 29th birthday having a pity party in anticipation of turning 30. Silly, I
      There’s no I in team.   At least that’s how the saying goes. It’s a saying that was always unsettling to me when coming from leadership, but I never really thought about challenging it before. Actually, for a long time I thought it was just my ever out-of-check pride that wanted some attention. I