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Top of Germany. My boys… Best Krit. Aedán side eye too… Hotel views. Afternoon hike and mostly photo opp… Good morning from our Bavarian home away from home… Damn. The trips almost over. Let’s make one more day of memories, what do you say people! Live hard. Love harder. Make memories…

My son, Andrew, knows the kind of father he wants to become. He wants to be patient, gentle, understanding, involved, and protective. I know this from observing his habits of the ❤️. He’s not verbalized any of this to me. His behavior speaks volumes. So, friend, when you find yourself out of alignment between what … Continue reading Knowing…

Breakfast with Annie and then mountain biking over the mountains into a sleepy German village. Morning vibes from Bavaria. Grateful for family and God’s creation. Coffee too. Live hard. Love harder…

Live hard. Love harder…

Unite or untie, friend. Problems, especially relational ones, do not get better with age. Problems, like an open bottle of wine, don't age well - they get worse. Unite or untie. Choosing to remain loosely coupled is a choice, it's just rarely a good one. Unite is centered by "it" - intentional transformation. Untie is … Continue reading United…

Today we depart what was once East Germany for the heart of what was once known as West Germany. We depart Berlin, train to Munich, and then drive to Bavaria and the heart of the Alps. Today, October 3rd, is known as German unity day. It’s been celebrated since 1990. Think about that. Germany had … Continue reading German unity day…

Joy at first sight… Joy from toe to toe… Joy between mother and aunt… Joy between family and friends… Yesterday we experienced the joy of being with family and friends. We rejoiced in the gift of baby Aedán. Today we will do more of the same. Blessed beyond belief. Actually, blessed by belief. Proverbs 23:24. … Continue reading Joy…

Yesterday, we walked all over Berlin. Twas a beautiful day. Stunning and sobering as we took in the sights. The bombed out Church in the middle of Berlin was my favorite reminder from WWII. The woman weeping over her child was built with clay from a variety of battlefields. I wept with her all these … Continue reading History…