You exist in God’s image.
Make the picture clear.

Many of us caffeine devotees navigate the early morning fog like knights on a relentless quest for the Holy Bean. Others might be teetotalers, blissfully unaware of the magic contained in roasted, ground, liquid gold. But whether you’re a sipper or skipper, we all seem to need some kind of lifter to start the day.

My new best friend is AI—Artificial Intelligence. It's clearly here to stay, and truth be told, it's become an impressive new appendage to the work I do in serving others. But today, I want to introduce you to The Original AI. It was here first, and it's unmatched in its effectiveness—no wires, no fees —just free wisdom that flows from being still and quiet.

The wind howled like judgment, the sea boiled like guilt. He stood barefoot on splintered wood, eyeing the waves like they were freedom's door. But not all open water is safe. And not every escape leads home. That's the paradox of freedom. Sometimes what looks like deliverance is just drowning in disguise.

When I first opened my Christian counseling office, I knew I didn't want it to look sterile and cold like a 1960s doctor's office. I wanted it to breathe—to tell stories. I wanted every corner to remind people of restoration, resilience, and redemption. But I didn't expect a broken-down fence to become my deco centerpiece.

There's something about stepping out onto a limb that gets your heart racing. The ground is far below—the limb creaks. You question your sanity, your balance, and your choice of footwear. But it's out on that limb—suspended between comfort and catastrophe—where faith becomes more than a feeling. It becomes a classroom.

No. There is no "typo" in the title. I am being very intentional and "specific" about us being "Pacific."

In 1519, Portuguese explorer Ferdinand Magellan set sail on one of the most daring voyages in maritime history. Commissioned by Spain to find a westward route to the Spice Islands, Magellan's journey took him through treacherous waters, uncharted lands, and mutinous crews. But in November of 1520, after enduring the perilous straits at the southern tip of South America, his battered fleet entered a vast, unknown body of water.