The Thoughts of a small-town man raising his family, growing a church, and building a law practice

Sometimes we walk in the serenity. We see our next step and the one after that. Sometimes we walk in the people. We see the next person and the one after that. Sometimes we walk where we don’t belong. We walk through the halls through the streets through ourselves in our minds feeling we don’t belong knowing that they can see. Then other times other times still we walk where we’re needed we walk where we’re led we walk into a realm that is all our own a realm that has always been. Sometimes we walk in waves in patterns in patterns that move themselves and move through themselves. Sometimes we walk and see Feeling like we don't belong. Other times we walk and be There we find ourselves being where we need to be. Walking around UT these past couple of days has been... weird foreign strange extraño different out of pla...

Restless feeling of anticipation, check. Bright, sunny day, check. Sense of adventure and undaunted exploration, check. Everything I needed for a journey through this city was in place. As I was walking away, a couple in their car stopped and asked me, Excuse me, are you from here? Before I could answer this simple question, my mind produced several viable options. Well kinda, I go to school here. Well it depends, are you looking for something in particular that someone from here would know? Well technically, I guess not. But I’m from Texas, does that count? Yes, I’m from here. Afterall, I’ve lived here long enough to earn my citizenship into the People’s Republic of Austin. Government code 4.37B. Look it up. Hmm… Well I guess it depends on what you mean when you say, “Are you from here?” Do you mean do I live here or was I born here? If you mean if I live here, is there a certain threshold of time I need to meet in order to sufficiently answer ...

Christmas has come and gone. Music, played and replayed. Presents, wrapped and unwrapped. Food, cooked and eaten. Snow, fallen and melted. Family, helloed and goodbyed. Decorations, adorned and stored. The same routine happens year after year: Only twelve days till Christmas! Can you believe Christmas is next week? Tomorrow is Christmas Eve! Merry Christmas! And then what happens? The day comes and goes. Though if you were like our family this year, December 25th was just a day And Christmas was the past two weeks. So where do we go from here? Into the New Year? Into another year? Full of routines and traditions? Of changes and complications? Time will tell Things will happen Change is coming just as Christmas is going Between dropping off one life and picking up another, Between the world as it was and the world as it will be. Not lost, but still not found. A conclusion seeks to be presented, To ensure...