When we lived on Maui, there was a hurricane that made its way toward us. We prepared as best we could, pulled the furniture inside, stocked up on food, checked off the things on the “a hurricane is coming” list. And then, just before it was supposed to hit, it stopped moving. The storm just sat there offshore, churning.

Last Thursday night, some demonic form of the stomach flu hit our house at 1:00 in the morning. And it’s just sat here, churning, ever since. Today, nearly seven full days later, it’s made its way through all three kids and we have two still flat on the couch with dueling fevers, the pukes still coming.

It’s my tell that I’m 25 days away from my manuscript deadline, the very first of what, God-willing, will be a full study-commentary series through every single book of the Bible. It’s a HUGE undertaking, a giant, God-sized dream, and I’ve lost a week of work on it snuggling these sick babes back to health.

All that to say, I would LOVE your prayer! For this sickness to lift and for it to bypass me altogether (and not drag this nonsense out any longer). And for an unheard-of level of productivity to finish the last push of the manuscript, re-read it all the way through, and edit out the approximate 10,000 extra words that will bring it all back inside of the 60,000-word goal. 🙏🏽💪🏽

Thanks so much for being part of this wild story, and cheering me on for so many years! It means everything absolutely everything. 🥰