Relationship with Self
As humans, we all tend to come down hard on others while allowing ourselves lack. A report turned in inexcusably late by an team member might seem excusable if you’re the one turning it in – if only everyone knew the workweek you’ve had! Often, we stumble in this way not because we are trying…
Wanting something a lot has never been the same thing as having a plan. The gym membership you bought back in January, unused since March, is proof. Most Christians are running their whole spiritual life on intentions that felt real the day they were made, but fade under the real stress and busyness of life.…
You have people who know your title, your win rate, and your calendar. You may not have a single person who knows what’s actually going on underneath any of it. Somewhere between the first promotion and the corner office, most high-performing believers trade real friendship for a very well-managed reputation. C.H.E.W. with Me New here? What…
It’s been three hours since the meeting, and you’re still replaying the exact sentence you wish you hadn’t said. You’ve rewritten it four different better ways in your head, none of which happened, all of which still cost you focus you needed for the rest of your day. That loop isn’t discipline. It isn’t even…
You open the app for the third time this hour — not because you need the number, but because checking it has become a reflex faster than thought, a motion your thumb makes before your brain has clocked what it’s doing. Somewhere along the way, someone else’s number became the measure of your own work.…
You’ve told yourself you’re being faithful. Disciplined. Called to this. It’s 11:40 p.m., the deck is still open on your laptop, your spouse went to bed an hour ago, and somewhere underneath all that discipline is a feeling that has nothing to do with faithfulness at all. It’s fear of what happens if you stop.…
Most executives treat August like a waiting room. The inbox thins out, half the leadership team is somewhere with a pool, and the whole month gets filed under “slower” — which quietly becomes shorthand for “less important,” a stretch to survive until September’s real momentum kicks back in. A regional VP I worked with called…
You’ve called it wisdom. You’ve called it patience, or “reading the room,” or “not wanting to force it before it’s ready” — a dozen respectable labels, all covering the same plain fact: you knew the hard conversation needed to happen, and you didn’t have it. The label felt spiritual enough that you never had to…
Jordan wrote the email at 11:47pm, three drafts deep, each one sharper than the last. He’d cc’d nobody yet — a habit he’d built years earlier, back when a sent message he couldn’t take back had cost him a relationship with a colleague he never fully repaired. This time, he read the draft once more,…
The meeting ends at 4:47. Your manager’s last line — fair, even kind — still lands like a verdict: you need to work on this. You nod, say something professional, and walk back to your desk with your heart still racing a little. You close your laptop, and before you’ve even really decided to, your…