About a year ago I embarked on a journey in my mind to try and make coherency on some of the travesties that had befallen me.  A lot has happened since then:  Noah was born; Kelly and I became parents; I got healthy; Kelly became pregnant again; I quit my job to start work with International Students. 

So now I am faced with the very real but different reality of the potentiality for a future.  Where this life offered me no hope save the promise of pain, I now am forced to pick up what’s left of my life and move on from here.  Like a man visiting his burned down house after a fire, forcing himself to move forward now and let the past fade away, so too I find myself no longer defined by my sickness but purely as someone trying to “catch” God.  I must move on...

Have no doubt about this: my life is still a fire.  But it burns not from pain or heartache or the possibility of death, but from an insatiable desire to see my King on the throne of everyone’s hearts.  Transition awaited me and I am through; let the fires of my life burn brightly for Jesus Christ.