In thinking about writing this, I have found myself really reflecting on what has transpired over the last year plus. At first, I was a little reluctant to even share this out, but then what good does that do to just let it sit within and the eventually fade away. The last 20 months have brought a season of immense pain and difficulty, and yet, at the same time, there is so much goodness and joy in the midst of it all.
Today, my son, Brandon, would turn 26 years old. In February 2024, when he was 24 years old, he went home to the Lord. Many reading this, may already know this and some of the story there. He had been battling illnesses for some time, and his body could not fight it any longer, and the Lord brought him home. It was, probably, the most painful thing I had experienced up to that point. I’m not going to go into every detail of that, again. You can see past writings for that or click here to watch this video from a dedication at our church on his 25th birthday.
Today, however, as I reflect on things, I sit in celebration of my son. I was pondering things yesterday morning, and I could not help but think of what an amazing gift he was to our lives and to so many he knew. He was someone who loved strong and well. We have talked about his infectious smile so much, but it was so real. It was a rare time that he wasn’t joyful, and even when things were difficult, he found joy again.
I was going through pictures on my phone the other day, as I was preparing for a men’s retreat I’m attending in West Virginia in a few days. There are so many of my family. Some that are posed of course, but even in the candid shots, I think I saw just one picture where he actually was not smiling. It says a lot about his countenance and the way he carried himself throughout his lifetime. It was not fake, either. I can honestly say that the Lord really planted that in him and he lived it out. Brandon was an amazing gift to us.
As we celebrate, today, I also think about the journey of grief that we have been on and continue to walk through. For myself and my wife, Amber, our oldest son, Shawn, and our daughter, Ashley, as well as Courtney, Brandon’s fiancé, his best friends, including Connor and Ricky, the rest of our extended family, and so many others. We all have had to journey through this story of grief from different angles, and it certainly hits each of us in unique ways. I have learned that none of us can ever tell another person how they should grieve.
For me, this was a season that left me clinging to hope, while every bit of my faith was being stretched about as far as it could possibly go, so far as I knew. For a time, I did not know which way was up. I not only lost Brandon, but then, for the second time, I had to watch Amber go through a fight for her life, 3 months later. I was completely thrown for a loop. I would be lying if never thought about throwing in the towel and giving into to the grief in a way that turned away from God.
A dear friend shared with me a dream that he had of me during this time that my Amber was clinging to life. I want to share a bit of this, because this feels very true to how things seemed play out in the spiritual realm, while we were in this battle in the physical realm.
The dream, like Job, involved Satan petitioning to God to test me. My friend could see God saying (with confidence), “No, that is my boy, there is nothing you could do to break his faith. Even if you took his boy, he will still be My boy.” So, he did and through the mourning, crying, anger, and sadness, the faith still held. Satan then says, “It wouldn’t take much now, God. He’s broken. He’s just hiding it well. Let me test him again.” God responded, “Test him all you want, HE’S MY BOY! But you’ll not take another of his loved ones.” So, Satan tested and my friend said that I stood strong and I did not break.
I do not share this to brag on faith, because believe me, there were definitely moments where I felt like I was holding on by a thread. There is an ongoing battle for our hearts. The kingdom of darkness wants very much to lead us to a place where we begin to doubt or lose faith and trust in the heart of God. Holding on to the faith and hope that we have, however, God can and will work in ways that allow you to see him at work and get to know God in ways you never did before. I stand on the backside of these events still in the process of healing, but much stronger and more faithful than I was before.
Why do I share all of this? Revelation 12:11, John writes that, “They overcame and conquered him because of the blood of the Lamb and because of the word of their testimony…” It’s simply to give hope in a world that is full of so much darkness and pain. My hope is that others can see in some way just how good God is through everything we deal with. We just have to put our full faith and trust in Him. We have been on the brink and I can pretty much guarantee that, unless Jesus returns before, we will be in the thick of suffering again. It is simply inevitable that this will happen.
I look at the progression of how God has trained me in my grief. 16 years ago, when my dad was killed in a car accident, I had no context of how to deal with grief. Oh, how I lied my way through when people asked me how I coped with it. At that time, it was simply to stuff it under the rug and keep trying to move on, even though my internal world was in complete shambles.
When Amber was severely ill and nearly died 3 years ago, I clung to my faith through it, telling God I would trust him, no matter what. When she pulled through, I was so thankful and elated. It was not until nearly a year later, however, before I could really allow myself to grieve the trauma of what she and we had gone through.
We saw my son’s health struggling over his last months and at times I’ll admit that I was angry. I’m ashamed to say that I even directed that his way at times, but the truth was that I was never angry with him. I was angry for what he had to continually suffer through. There was a deep ache in my soul that something was coming and then it did. The day we lost him, we held tightly to one another, as a family. It was devastating. He was also just over a month away from getting married, which added even more heartache to an already painful situation.
I remember siting on the edge of my bed the morning after and wailing. That was a pain that I was not ready for, but God was right there through it all. I had learned to move from asking the question, “why did this happen?” I was learning to really trust in God, and although none of it made sense, I knew he was going to now use this somehow.
Then, we see Amber get sick again. This time it seemed more dire and critical than the first time and it was. Grief was disrupted while she was in this fight and miraculously, pulled through a second time. So now, we return to the grief. What an absolute roller coaster.
Each year I pray for words for the coming year. As 2025 was approaching, God led me to Hebrews 10:35-36 where it says, “So do not throw away this confident trust in the Lord. Remember the great reward it brings you. Patient endurance is what you need now, so that you will continue to do God’s will. Then you will receive all that he has promised” (emphasis mine)
Patient endurance. Those were the words that I continued to feel God bring me to over and over and so I’ve sat with those all this year. It has been a practice to sit and be patient in all aspects of life and while we still walk in it, I can look at it all knowing that he has been up to good through it all. Even when I felt that I was on the brink of throwing in the towel a year ago, I endured through the strength of Christ, alone. Not my own. I had nothing to offer. It was a confident trust in Him that pulled me and us as a family through.
So, coming into 2025, and now as we celebrate Brandon’s 26th birthday, today, we can confidently see the work of Christ in the mist of all of our suffering. My hope for any of you reading this is that when, not if but when, suffering comes, you can remember a little bit of our story, and remember that even when it feels like you can’t do it anymore can’t see it while you are in it, that God is still at work and up to good. We live in a love story in the midst of a fierce battle and that battle is over each of our hearts. The heart of God is good and you can trust in Him. Trust me, it is worth it.
Blessings to you!

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.

There’s no doubt that the enemy is waiting for his next opportunity to pounce. When trouble comes, that is the moment of testing of whether we will press further into God or open the doorway for greater destruction. So take some time to think about this, in your own life. The with God life brings with it, so much beauty and at the same time there is still a great deal of struggle in it. But the struggle is beautiful when we allow it to lead to a deeper life with God.
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.
I’m in a season of transition right now, so there is a lot going on, but I don’t think it’s any mistake that God led me back to the mountains this year with Become Good Soil, where self-care was one of the key topics. I feel that God is definitely teaching me to remember Him and to guard my heart through all of this work. I’m fixing to take on the weight of so many people’s wounds and sufferings. It’s not my weight to bear, though.
“Everybody who has been married knows this. Though years into marriage it still catches us off guard, all of us. And newly married couples, when they discover how hard it is, then seem genuinely surprised. Shocked and disheartened, by the fact. Are we doing something wrong? Did I marry right person? The sirens that lure us into marriage — romance, love, passion, sex, longing, companionship — seem so far from the actual reality of married life we fear we have made a colossal mistake, caught the wrong, bus, missed our flight…Maybe it’s just us…Nope. THIS IS EVERYONE (emphasis added).”
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.

My last post a couple of week’s ago, I wrote about the Father’s restoration. I thought more about that as I read through this book. I’m on the last couple of chapters now. I realize just how desperately I needed restoration again and how complacent I was getting in my own spiritual discipline. Life moves so quickly, so fast, and mine is no exception. I’ve been on such a fast track that I think my time with God became more of an obligation, than a full on desire to be with God and walk with Him. It really hit me yesterday, when I was sitting in prayer and a million thoughts began to run through my head, distracting me. Later I was sitting and reading the book again and on the first page I was on, it talked about this very thing, being in prayer and just consumed with so many other things.
Dr. Larry Crabb writes in his book, ‘The Marriage Builder,’ “I am unalterably opposed to any line of thinking that undermines the concept of personal responsibility, and I find myself in general agreement with those who insist people are accountable for choosing godly responses to life’s situations.” It’s amazing how true I have found this to become. Many people are stuck in the the feeling of ‘woe is me’ and do not try to discover ways to deal with the their sins and wounds in a responsible and godly way.
I remember being out at Wild at Heart and I was in deep prayer just dealing with my wounds and sins. I had a couple of guys join me to pray over me and the one thing that really stuck to me, going beyond just allowing Jesus into my wounds was the prayer and encouragement to forgive myself for allowing those things to hold me captive for so long. I had to also take ownership of the decisions I made that were done in a way that ran from God rather than going to where He wanted me to go. The Lord was calling for a reinterpretation of everything to understand that this was not just on others, it was on me as well. Actually most of it was, because, although I did not know better, I did not choose to respond in a godly way before.