Husband.
Father.
PCA Pastor.
Slightly sarcastic.
Apt to laughter.

Anti-Psalm 11

In my sufficiency I take refuge;
    and so I talk to myself,
    “Rise above the rest,
don’t let them get you down;
    They may have their sights set on you
    but you can pretend to be invincible;
just be the best version of yourself,
    all day, every day.”

But my sufficiency is an illusion;
    A pleasant fiction to distract
    From what I fear is true:
I am not enough,
    But I am addicted to self.
The accomplishments of others rain coals on my heart;
    Fire and sulfur and a scorching wind are the portion of my cup.
For sufficiency can never satisfy;
I am never enough;
    My best is scattered like chaff in the wind.

Urgency, Importance, and Push Notifications (or how your smartphone will rob you of meaning)

Anti-Psalm 24