I remember the feeling like it was yesterday, though it has only been two years. We just came off the most difficult night in our lives, as a family. My son, Brandon, after many difficulties with his health, went home to Jesus the night before, at the age of 24. It was sudden and very shocking. While we worried about him, we never saw it coming so suddenly. Honestly, how can you ever prepare for the loss of a loved one, especially a child?
The day was such a shock, and I believe for much of that evening at the hospital, I was numb and not sure what to feel. I shed some tears but was there a good bit of the night consoling my wife Amber, Brandon’s fiancé Courtney, our other kids, Shawn and Ashley, and father in-law, Dennis. I had conversations with family and friends that came to sit with us, but then the hanging question of what next, was on my mind. The logistics, if you will.
After about 4 or 5 hours there, we head home. We are still in shock, and I was running on pure adrenaline at this point. I do not know I kept myself going, otherwise. We get home exhausted, try to eat a little, but then settle in, not sure if we will even be able to sleep. I think I did a little bit, but then it came to the new morning.
I remember this so vividly. I wake up that Wednesday morning and swing my legs over the side of the bed to sit up. I am looking out of my bedroom window into the dark and then it came. It started with a few tears and then my body started shaking. Suddenly a wale comes from me that was unlike anything I ever remembered. It was a tidal wave that I could not stop. It was what I would describe as a cry from the soul. Amber sat up suddenly and wrapped her arms around me and we sat there in the dark and cried together.
I have had tearful moments in my life. I remember the funeral home, the night before my dad’s funeral, sitting in the parlor and the emotions of that week overwhelming me. Also, both times my wife was hospitalized and we did not know if she was even going to survive. This was something different. It was a soulful grieving that I feel my heart, soul, and spirit needed to be able to move into the, what next. It was almost like a reset into what was now going to be a new way of life and new perspective on things.
So much of that week in the days following were such a blur, from the visit with the funeral home, making arrangements, and people that visited and even the day of his celebration of life service. It all went so fast. Almost, too fast.
As I sit here, 2 years later, I look at that moment the morning after as a time for God to just surround me and get me ready for what was to come. That soul cry was a release that needed to happen, if I was going to be able to keep moving. Each day from here on, was going to be different. Knowing my son was no longer in this world. Knowing there are conversations I would have loved to have with him but no longer can. Knowing that this life keeps moving on and somehow, we must find a way to do so, as well, as difficult as it is and was to do.
I know we all have or will have moments of consequence like this. Those mornings where you wake up following a major heartache and must find a way to keep your life moving through the pain and suffering. These are moments with God. Holy moments, if you will, where it may not look like part of the healing, but it can help that begin. That cry of the soul is, sometimes, exactly what is needed in that moment.
I think this may look differently for everyone. This was mine. If it comes, my encouragement to you, is to let it. Let those tears flow. Augustine wrote, “The tears…streamed down, and I let them flow freely as they would, making them a pillow for my heart. On them it rested.” Allow it to come and invite God to love you in that place.
Many other emotions can and will come, but when this comes, don’t hold it back, let it ride. I firmly believe that this one moment, for me and my life, through all the pain that I have experienced, helped to set the stage and prepare my heart for what was to come.

Last week, in the midst of all this craziness, we held our 5th Anvil Men’s Boot Camp. In the days leading up, I didn’t know how ready I would be. The men that facilitate with me were each struggling with their own junk and worried about even leaving their worlds and going. What was wild was, in the midst of it, I didn’t think I was ready for the teaching load I was about to deliver, but it all flowed so much better than in the past and I carried it, with what one man said, with greater passion than before.


The big thing that has been going on however, is about take place tomorrow. What began as a conversation over breakfast many months ago has led to the development and now launch of our first Wild at Heart modeled Boot Camp, called The Anvil Men’s Boot Camp. God put it on my heart well over a year ago, that it was my turn to begin seeking and rescuing the hearts of men. As time has gone by and as I began to counsel with people, I realized that so many of the problems within families stem from the father in some way, whether he is abusive, completely absent, or present but not present. This pattern is destroying marriages left and right and wounding children by the score.
So now we’re ready. All the content is written. Final details are being nailed down and tomorrow we head to the mountains. We’ll have some great times of learning and fellowship and times of one-on-one with God, and some adventure on the Wild and Scenic Chattooga River, yes where they filmed Deliverance. Hopefully no banjos on the shoreline. Just kidding.
But when this was shared, it almost felt like a weight lifted off of the class and group as one-by-one, more people were willing to share their own emotion in this regarding their brokenness and that they too, were also pissed at God at their time. I shared this last night in our men’s ministry study. People realized that it’s okay, even though we were at this big Christian university share that emotion. God is a big enough God to handle our raw emotion. Last night, we were talking about a young-man at our church whose dad died in his arms when he was 12, and in sharing his story with the whole church Sunday, he let it be known that he was pissed at God too.

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Proverbs 4:23 says, “Above all else, guard your heart, for it determines the course of your life.” This is so crucial for all of us no matter where we walk with the Father. No matter where we stand. If we are not careful, our hearts can easily be taken out again. We are constantly battling with our sin nature and the enemy wants to use that against us. If we are not guarding our hearts, we can be taken out again and again. So the key, I found, is to pray the Father’s restoration through Christ, every day.
A friend of mine one told me he was counseled to do just that. He had become cynical in his faith and was told to make preparations and go away into the wilderness. Don’t even take his Bible. Just a journal to record what the Father reveals. He came back fully alive again, just as I did. This life can run you down, so you need His restoration. He wants to rescue you from this world. Just a Psalm 46:10 says, “Be still and know that I am God.”
“The human heart is made for an epic story…” What do you think this epic story is? For each one of us it is different. God has placed a story in our own lives that all fit into His larger epic story. That is the real story we live in. In The Sacred Romance, John Eldredge and Brent Curtis wrote, “We call the final week of our Savior’s life his Passion Week. Look at the depth of his desire, the fire in his soul. Consumed with passion, he clears the temple of the charlatans who have turned his Father’s house into a swap meet (Matt. 21:12).” Jesus lived from desire. Desire to seek out and do the Father’s will for his life. That’s the desire placed in each of us and it takes us on different paths and in different directions.
As Eldredge said, however, “When we give up looking for that story, we give up living.” In his book Desire, Eldredge also writes, “There is a secret set within each of our hearts. It is the desire for life as it was meant to be.” For many people, the concept of desire seems dangerous and selfish. They associate it with many of the false desires that are placed in our heart through our false self and our sin nature. That’s not the desire and story I am talking about.