the "how" behind the fig leaves falling. My longstanding framework for staying plugged into the Source. The lamp You've seen a lamp unplugged from the wall. It doesn't flicker, doesn't dim, doesn't try harder — it just goes dark. Not broken. Just disconnected. I spent years trying to glow without the plug. Reading all the right books, saying all the right things, performing the Christian life like it was a stage play. And wondering why I felt so dim. The Plug Process is what

The cornerstone post - my testimony and why this place exists. The bench I sat on a park bench with five little cards in my hands, asking them to tell me who I am. thats the truth of it. Not a metaphor - an actual bench, actual cards, me genuinely waiting for a piece of printed cardstock to explain me to myself. I wanted answers, and I wanted them from anything that wasn't God. if you've ever done that - outsourced the biggest question of your life to the smallest things -

The Scripture Psalm 27:10 “When my father and my mother forsake me, then the LORD will take me up.” The Question Have you ever struggled to be honest about a wound because you didn’t want to seem ungrateful? I have. For years, when it came to my biological father, I focused on the silver lining. I reminded myself that it could have been worse. I reminded myself that I had a father in my life. A good one. A father who was there every day and who continues to be there. I call h