This is the story of a rare and isolating calling: walking people home as an “angel of death.” A testimony of decades spent in the thin places, the cost of obedience, and the quiet turn from resentment to gratitude.
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Authenticity Unveiled | The System’s Distraction: When Souls Speak Different Languages
Souls are trying to connect while speaking entirely different languages, one calling it covenant, the other calling it convenience, and the gap between them is not random friction. It’s the sound of awakening. This post names what the system trains us to bury, calls out the church for stripping the mysticism out of Scripture and handing back a rulebook instead of a map, and asks what it costs to keep choosing the map anyway.
I Hate July.
There is a version of my father that exists on paper. It lists the facts of him the way facts do, accurately and without warmth. This is not that version. This is the one where he drove a demon out of his daughter’s house without flinching, opened his blue eyes one last time for her and nobody else, and taught her without ever once saying so that love is not a feeling you manage. It is a decision you make and keep making. I learned that in five days in July. I have never loved any other way since.
Sunday Sessions | Blows of Fate: Beethoven and the Symphony of Grace
There is a story behind the most recognizable four notes in all of Western music. Most of us have heard them: that short, insistent dun-dun-dun-dunnn that opens Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony. We associate it with grandeur, with concert halls, with something important arriving. What we do not always know is that those four notes were born in something far less majestic. Beethoven called them the “blows of fate,” a phrase he used to describe the recurring difficulties that punctuated his life. The knocks did not stop. They kept coming. What he did was write them into the music anyway, and then he wrote past them, into something that sounds, unmistakably, like triumph. Not because the difficulties were resolved. But because he moved through them without being destroyed by them. I have thought about that a great deal lately.
Verse & Vision | May 22, 2026
The last fifteen years have been a lot. Cancer. Alzheimer’s. Caregiving. Loss after loss – the kind that moves in and stacks up until it pulls you under with it. And layered underneath all of that, my own mess. But He was before all of it. And in Him, somehow, all of it is holding together. Not in spite of the wreckage. Through it. Anything good you see in me is just God. It comes from being dragged by Him through the refiner’s fire, and Him giving my heart the strength to beat at all.
When Your Faith Shakes | Daily Bread
This is not a polished testimony with a tidy ending. This is what it actually looks like when the shaking is happening — in real time, in a real life, with a real God who is not confused even when I am. I had thought my faith was at the strongest it had ever been. And then the month I’m about to describe happened. This is what I found when I got quiet enough.
From Roots to Renewal | Where We Grow From Here
Silence isn’t absence. It’s work being done. Deep work. The kind that doesn’t always announce itself but shows up later as fruit. I have been mostly quiet in terms of writing and sharing here at Twin Tree throughout 2025. I’ve shared about some situational things here and there, mostly to help keep focus on theContinueContinue reading “From Roots to Renewal | Where We Grow From Here”