Ryan Bailey
The Daily CHEW™Chew on God’s Love. Live Transformed. Multiply Hope. A few years ago, my calendar overflowed: meetings blurred into late nights, and purpose felt distant under the weight of constant performance. It was more than exhaustion—it was questioning whether all this pressure ever really added up to what my heart was longing for. Burnout…
The Daily CHEW™Chew on God’s Love. Live Transformed. Multiply Hope. Back in my NYU days, hopping between projects and late-night library sessions, I was sure the next breakthrough would finally make me feel at home. Later, in Atlanta, chasing client wins, the longing to arrive never quite faded. Whether it was a new contract, a…
The Daily CHEW™Chew on God’s Love. Live Transformed. Multiply Hope. I’ll never forget my first real pressure test—working late on a project for a demanding client, deadlines closing in, my mind racing with what-ifs. In college, it was exams and job interviews; later, the stakes grew: critical decisions, big deals, people counting on me. Pressure…
The Daily CHEW™Chew on God’s Love. Live Transformed. Multiply Hope. I still remember my first “big win”—a Spanish company paid me to write a marketing plan. When I saw that check, I was over the top with joy; it felt like the doors were opening. But as quickly as the impact hit, it faded. Years…
The Daily CHEW™Chew on God’s Love. Live Transformed. Multiply Hope. I remember writing business and marketing plans late into the night in my NYU dorm—sometimes at a cramped desk, sometimes wandering to the library to find a quiet corner. That sense of always needing to stay ahead, to prove myself, never seemed to take a…
“By this everyone will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another.”—John 13:35 Back in high school, those of us who played for the Harlem Junior Tennis League would crowd into the Armory—dozens of teenagers, racquets in hand, buzzing with more energy than technique. Our parents almost never came to watch practice.…
“Be still, and know that I am God.”—Psalm 46:10 Confession—this is the hardest rhythm for me. I’m wired for action, for moving things forward. Whether it’s the pace of my days here in Atlanta, calls to return, or just the mental treadmill running in my head, I find it far easier to “do” than to…
“We take captive every thought to make it obedient to Christ.”—2 Corinthians 10:5 Brooklyn Tech was a place of voices—from the echo of a crowded hallway to the inner monologue that seemed to crank up right when the pressure hit. I remember before big exams, or even walking past certain cliques, a flood of thoughts…
“He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.”—Psalm 147:3 I’ll never forget walking uptown one raw winter morning, navigating the icy sidewalks of Manhattan with my collar pulled up against the wind. At the corner of 169th and Fort Washington, I slipped—and before I could recover, a wave of embarrassment flushed through me. Strangely,…
“Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind.”—Romans 12:2 Growing up in Manhattan, I learned to navigate sidewalks that seemed set in stone—crowded paths, honking cabs, and the steady pulse of city life. Mornings meant muscle memory: the coffee cart on 168th Street and Fort…