What Matters Most Rarely Shouts

What Matters Most Rarely Shouts

Some of the most important things in our lives are remarkably quiet. Our health. Our marriage. Our spiritual life. Our relationships. Our peace. The work we feel called to do. They usually don’t send an urgent email. They don’t interrupt a meeting. They don’t always...
Not Everything Important Looks Productive

Not Everything Important Looks Productive

There are seasons when I can look back over a week and immediately see what I accomplished. The project was finished. The content was created. The boxes were checked. And then there are weeks like this one. Much of my time was spent caring for people I love. Helping...
What Your Calendar Reveals

What Your Calendar Reveals

We can say something matters to us. Our faith. Our health. Our marriage. Our family. Our calling. The work we believe God has given us to do. But eventually, there is another question worth asking: Does the way I spend my time reflect what I say matters most? I’ve...
What Deserves Your Best?

What Deserves Your Best?

For years, I judged a productive day by what I accomplished. How much I handled. How many problems I solved. How much I checked off the list. But over time, I learned that getting more done and giving my best to what matters most are not the same thing. Every day, we...
The Hidden Cost of Being the One Everyone Can Count On

The Hidden Cost of Being the One Everyone Can Count On

For many years, I took pride in being the dependable one. If there was a problem, I could usually solve it. If someone needed help, I would step in. If something had to get done, people knew they could count on me. And honestly, being dependable is a good thing. Until...
When Helping Becomes Over-Responsibility

When Helping Becomes Over-Responsibility

There is a kind of helping that strengthens people. And there is a kind of helping that quietly teaches them to keep depending on us. It took me years as a leader to recognize the difference. For a long time, when someone on my team was struggling, my instinct was to...