An invitation to reflect, heal, and let your future self speak. A few days ago, my niece gave me a simple but powerful assignment: If you could write a letter to yourself on the day of your cancer diagnosis, what would you say? At first, I just sat with the question. That day still lives in my body. In my breath. In my memory. But as I began to write, I realized something unexpected — this assignment isn’t just about cancer. It works for anything. A breakup. A loss. A scary medical report. A season of uncertainty. A moment when your world shifted and you didn’t yet know how you would survive it. We all have a “before” and an “after.” We all have moments that reshape us. Writing to your past self creates a bridge between who you were and who you’ve become. It allows wisdom, compassion, faith, and perspective to travel backward in time. It reminds us that even when we couldn’t see the road ahead, we were already becoming someone stronger, softer, braver, and more rooted in tr...
Lyrics from the song Ripple This blog is unlike any other I’ve written. It was born several days ago while Keith and I were driving to the store and the song Gomorrah by the Jerry Garcia Band song came on the radio. Something about that moment stirred my heart, and the words for this blog began to form. I didn’t even have a title when I started writing. It came later—after the whole piece poured out. When I finally landed on it, I knew it was right. It’s a lyric from the song — Franklin’s Tower . Keep reading, and you’ll see why. I hope you find this interesting and it stirs something in your heart too 🫶🏼✌🏼 🙏🏼🎶💫🎶🙏🏼 There is a quiet kind of faith that doesn’t shout answers. It doesn’t rush resolution. It walks. It wanders. It listens. Some of the most honest faith I’ve encountered hasn’t come from sermons or formulas—but from stories, songs, and moments that leave room for mystery. The kind that admit we don’t always know where w...