Blog Title: Standing Still at the Edge of Something New

Blog Title: Standing Still at the Edge of Something New

This morning, I stood outside in the quiet before the road.

The car was packed. The air was still. Bella’s gear loaded, Barbi moving gently through the house. And I just stood there—one hand on the trunk, the other hanging loose, eyes scanning nothing in particular.

We were heading to another bowling tournament.

Another city. Another weekend.

But this one felt… different.

I couldn’t quite name it at first. But I felt it.

For the past few weeks, life has shifted. A lot has been taken, some of it surrendered, and something deeper has been forming in its place. There’s been pain, yes—but also clarity. Stillness has given way to something that feels like purpose reawakening.

As I stood there, not moving, not thinking—just being—a truth washed over me:

I’m not the same.

We’re not the same.

And this trip isn’t just about bowling.

This is about the story we’re living.

The light we’re bringing.

The legacy we’re continuing.

It’s taken time for this to come into focus. Time I didn’t even know was passing, like grains through an unseen hourglass. But the realization is here now, and it’s simple:

Barbi and Bella aren’t just with me.

They are part of me.

They are my reason.

They are the evidence that God is still writing beauty through brokenness.

We are more than a family heading to a tournament—we are a walking, living, laughing testimony of what it looks like to keep going, to keep giving, to keep loving.

This isn’t just travel.

It’s transformation in motion.

And for the first time in a long time, I’m not trying to prove anything.

I’m simply showing up—with the people I love most—to share what’s been planted in us.

There’s joy ahead.

There’s laughter coming.

There’s healing happening.

And wherever we go next, the legacy goes with us.

I stood still this morning.

And in that stillness, I finally moved forward.