God sent me a raft, but I didn’t lay on it. Instead, I stretched my arms across the middle, kept the rest of my body in the water, and started kicking. Because that’s what you do when someone sends a raft to save you, right? You hold on and start kicking because you’ve got to get yourself to shore.
God sent me a raft–a red raft (at least that’s how I envision it). It’s one of those inflatable rafts that’s a little bit translucent so that you can see the water below it and the sun reflecting off of it at the same time; one that’s just long enough so that your feet caress …
Intention #1: Relentlessly Push the Flywheel I am still not entirely sure what a flywheel is, but the flywheel concept has been seared into my mind for over a decade. Among the many books deemed important for my formation during my pastoral residency was a business book: Good to Great: Why Some Companies Make the …