“Midnight to 4 AM—the loneliest, quietest, yet most powerful watch. While the world sleeps, we navigate through darkness, guided only by stars, radars, and responsibility. No crowds, no noise—just the hum of the engine and the vast ocean whispering its secrets. This is the unseen side of sailing, where discipline meets silence.” Master Mariner There’s… Continue reading More than the Watchmen

Once again I have found myself exiting a medical appointment with Oscar with the weight of a new challenge to work through. Once again walking down a hospital hallway feeling the myriad of emotions, the random thoughts as the news just shared began to sink in. Our annual, run of the mill eye clinic appointment… Continue reading Hallways

There is a powerful moment tucked into the pages of 1 Kings 17—a story of scarcity, faith, and divine provision. The scene is stark: a widow, living in Zarephath, is gathering sticks for one final meal. A handful of flour, a little oil, and then, in her own words, she and her son will “eat… Continue reading Enough

It’s late. The lights have dimmed, the applause has faded, and the shirt is in the laundry. No one sees it being washed and hung out to dry. For tomorrow, it needs to be ready again - The show goes on. This is motherhood. Not just the loud, proud moments—front-row clapping and backstage hugs—but it… Continue reading Hidden

There are some songs that anchor your soul when you hear it. “Because He Lives” is one of those songs. It’s not just a hymn — it’s a reminder, a declaration, and a lifeline. “Because He lives, I can face tomorrow. Because He lives, all fear is gone. Because I know He holds the future,… Continue reading Because He lives

With the passing of Pope Francis, the world says goodbye to a leader who walked with humility, compassion, and deep faith. But maybe his most lasting gift is a simple prayer he learned from his grandmother. “Jesus, make my heart more like yours.” Pope Francis often said that this prayer held everything we should desire—not… Continue reading The prayer that shaped a Pope

Oscar has had “It’s the Final Countdown” on repeat this Easter weekend. Jamming to it in the car to that unmistakable keyboard riff. At first, it was just a catchy throwback. But the more it played, the more it started to feel like something more… fitting. Because Easter Sunday? It is the final countdown. Not… Continue reading The final countdown

Saturday is the forgotten day of Easter. It sits quietly between the heartbreak of Good Friday and the glory of Resurrection Sunday. It is the in-between. The passing through, The not-yet. The silence. C.S. Lewis once wrote of Shadowlands—a term that describes a place where the light is muted, where things are not as they… Continue reading Shadowlands

Holy Thursday. Tonight churches will darken and altars will be stripped. The Last Supper, the washing of the disciples feet and the night in Gethesame remembered. The abandonment of Jesus remembered. Tonight we sit in the quiet. We sit in the tension between betrayal and forgiveness, between failure and grace. We remember that the Saviour… Continue reading The quiet

Good Friday is the day the world went dark. As Jesus hung on the cross, the sky itself bore witness to the weight of what was unfolding. Scripture tells us that from noon until three in the afternoon, darkness covered the land. It was as if creation itself mourned. For the disciples, it must have… Continue reading Hope in the darkness