For the last few years, Angie and I have been dreaming about remodeling our bathrooms. Like a lot of projects around the house, it started with “someday” talk and Pinterest ideas, and eventually turned into real dust, tools, and late nights. Last year I warmed up with the guest...

Every summer in Phoenix, we find ourselves longing for the monsoon. After weeks of unrelenting heat and blazing skies, the first signs of clouds on the horizon feel like a gift. The monsoon season brings with it the relief of shade, the smell of rain on desert soil, and...

On August 22 at 5am, the phone rang. Kyndal’s voice was steady but filled with anticipation—she was heading to the hospital. Kevin had already gone into work but was rushing back home to be by her side. Angie and I gathered ourselves quickly and made our way to the...

This past weekend was exactly what my heart needed—a trip back to my hometown of San Angelo, Texas. We flew out of Phoenix on Thursday, landing in Dallas, then grabbed a rental car and made the familiar drive west. By the time we pulled up to Becky and David’s...

Angie and I made a quick getaway to Sedona this week, celebrating 32 years of marriage and escaping the Phoenix heat for a few days. It’s amazing how just a short drive up the mountain can land you in a whole new world—cooler air, slower pace, and those unmistakable...

I’m sitting in Los Angeles, waiting for my flight back to Phoenix, still reflecting on the whirlwind of a trip I just took. I spent the last several days on a small island in the Indian Ocean—a man-made island where my family and I lived from 2006 to 2011....

There’s a mountain I see every day — sometimes from a distance — sometimes up close. It’s bold, and unmissable. Camelback Mountain rises right in the heart of Phoenix, shaped (as the name suggests) like the hump of a kneeling camel. It’s iconic, rugged, and always calling. On my...

When I stood at the Jordan River last week—on the Jordan side this time—I couldn’t help but compare it to when I visited in 2022 from the Israel side. Back then, I saw the Jordanian flag waving gently across the water. This time, I was standing beneath it, looking...

We stood on Mount Nebo last week, looking out over the Jordan Valley, and I couldn’t stop thinking about Moses. This was the spot. The place where he saw the Promised Land—but didn’t enter it. It’s hard to describe what that view does to you. The land stretches out...

Last week I walked through the city of Jarash and this thought resonated through the entire tour—“What will last?” I didn’t expect to be so moved by ancient stones. Jerash (ancient Gerasa) is tucked into the hills of northern Jordan, and it’s one of the most well-preserved Roman cities...