Baby calf diesel being the messy eater that he is.

Time for free ranging

Loving rooster and hens. Loving the weather break. Summer isn’t far away

Stop dimming your worship to match the room. If they won’t lift their hands, you still can. If they won’t kneel, you still can. If they won’t shout, you still can. Your praise isn’t crowd-dependent. It’s covenant-based. You don’t need permission to adore Jesus. You don’t need the atmosphere to be right. You don’t need everyone else to go first. You are not called to read the temperature. You are called to set it. Worship is not about fitting in. It’s about pouring out. Loud. Quiet. On your face. With tears in your eyes. It’s between you and Him. And sometimes the breakthrough in the room is waiting on one person brave enough to go first. Be that one.

I truly believe that if your childhood left you hurting, the universe sends you a child who reminds you of the person you used to be. They have your same fire, your big emotions, your sensitive heart. You’ll watch them struggle in the ways you once did. You’ll see them doubt themselves, feel too much, or be misunderstood. But this time, you’ll respond with gentleness. With understanding. With the kind of love you always needed. You’ll say the words you wished someone had said to you. You’ll show up when no one showed up for you. You’ll hold space for their feelings instead of pushing them away. And by loving them through what once broke you, you’ll start to heal that younger version of yourself too. You get to break the cycle. You get to rewrite the story. And this time, love wins.