44: Grace in the In-Between

Today I turn 44. Birthdays mark more than candles on a cake — they invite us to pause, to breathe, and to take inventory of both the goodness of God and the weight of life. For me, this birthday feels like standing in the in-between: caught between deep gratitude and very real difficulty.

I am grateful. Grateful that God has sustained me through every season, even the ones I thought might break me. Grateful for family, ministry, and the countless ways love has shown up. Grateful because the testimony of my life is that God has been faithful, even when I have been weary.

But I must also be honest: this year has not been without difficulty. The responsibilities of leadership, the trials that come with caring for others while managing my own humanity, and the silent battles of the heart are all present. To turn 44 is to stand at a crossroads where blessing and burden hold hands.

And yet, maybe this is where true faith is lived out — in the tension. The Apostle Paul once wrote, “We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair… struck down, but not destroyed” (2 Corinthians 4:8-9). Those words ring deeply for me today. They remind me that difficulty does not cancel gratitude, and gratitude does not erase difficulty. Both can coexist, and both can shape me into who God is calling me to be.

So as I mark this birthday, I choose to see it as a sacred pause — a moment to honor both the goodness and the struggle. Gratitude tells me God is still writing my story. Difficulty reminds me that I cannot write it alone. Together, they push me closer to the One who knows the plans He has for me (Jeremiah 29:11).

Here’s to 44 — a year of walking honestly in the tension, trusting that even here, in the in-between, God’s grace is sufficient.

A Blessing for Year 44

May the God who has carried you thus far carry you still.

May the weight of difficulty never silence the song of gratitude.

May your steps be ordered, your heart be strengthened,

and your spirit find joy in both the sunshine and the shadows.

And may this year be marked by grace upon grace,

until your testimony shines brighter than your trials.

Amen.

When Support Means More Than Asking

One of the unusual admissions I’ve had to make as a caretaker is that I hate the question, “What do you need?”

At first glance, it sounds thoughtful. It sounds generous. But for the one in the thick of caregiving, that question can feel like another stone added to an already heavy load. The truth is, in any given moment, my greatest need is for the issue or concern before me to be resolved. My need is not a theory—it is practical, immediate, and often too big to explain in words.

When you become the caretaker—the responsible party in a family, an organization, or a community—you become the gravitational pull of that orbit. People trust and rely on you to make things happen. They believe you have the skills, the wisdom, and the strength to hold things together. And yet, the gravity of that role often pulls you away from your own center. You become so focused on what others need that neglect—emotional, physical, even spiritual—sets in almost without warning.

That is why support for the caretaker is not optional—it is essential.

The Misstep of Asking

The question “What do you need?” comes from a good place, but it misses the heart of what it means to support someone carrying the weight of others. To answer that question honestly requires thought. It requires a pause. It requires energy to sift through the whirlwind of demands and identify one thing among many.

But for the weary caretaker, thinking itself is one more task. Recall is one more task. Decision-making is one more task. What seems simple to others is, in fact, another layer of labor for the person already overburdened.

This is why many caretakers don’t answer the question at all—or give a polite, surface-level response. It is not that they don’t have needs. It’s that articulating those needs is too costly in the moment.

Real support must take a different shape.

Elijah’s Story: Exhausted but Not Abandoned

In 1 Kings 19, the prophet Elijah stands as a mirror for every exhausted caretaker. After his great victory over the prophets of Baal on Mount Carmel, Elijah should have been celebrating. Instead, he found himself utterly spent—emotionally drained, spiritually discouraged, physically empty. He collapsed under a broom tree in the wilderness and prayed for his life to end. “I have had enough, Lord,” he said. “Take my life; I am no better than my ancestors.” (v. 4)

Elijah had given everything he had. The tank was empty. His spirit was broken. He could no longer see past the weight of his assignment.

But notice what God does. God doesn’t respond with a lecture. God doesn’t send a vision of a brighter tomorrow. God doesn’t even ask the dreaded question: “What do you need, Elijah?”

Instead, God sends an angel. Quiet. Gentle. Practical. The angel touched Elijah and said, “Get up and eat.” (v. 5) There was bread baking on hot coals and a jar of water at his head. Elijah ate, drank, and lay down again.

And when he still could not go on, the angel returned a second time. This time the message was even more compassionate: “Get up and eat, for the journey is too much for you.” (v. 7)

With that nourishment, Elijah gained the strength to travel forty days and nights to Mount Horeb, the mountain of God. There, in the quiet of a cave, God revealed Himself not in wind, not in earthquake, not in fire—but in a gentle whisper (v. 12).

This is the picture of true care: no interrogation, no heavy demands, just sustenance, presence, and the reminder that even in exhaustion, you are not alone.

What True Support Looks Like

If you want to support a caretaker, don’t ask them to think harder. Don’t hand them another responsibility wrapped in the form of a question. Instead, remember their humanity.

Support looks like the angel in Elijah’s story—meeting needs without asking for instructions. Support is showing up with a meal when words fail. Support is folding the laundry without asking which load to start. Support is offering to watch the children or sit with the loved one so the caregiver can rest. Support is stepping in without ceremony and lifting the weight, even for a little while.

It’s not about fixing everything at once. It’s about helping someone make it through this moment so they have the strength to reach the next.

No one can continue the journey without help, sustenance, rest, and restoration. And sometimes the smallest act of care—bread and water by the bedside—becomes the very thing that allows a person to keep going.

Silent Help, Holy Help

People mean well when they say, “Take care of yourself. Get some rest. Make time for you.” But advice often falls flat because the environment isn’t right. The words don’t stick when the storm is raging.

What makes a difference is silent, holy help. The kind of help that doesn’t need recognition, that doesn’t demand a thank-you, that simply acts in love. It is in those quiet acts that the caregiver’s environment begins to change. And once the environment changes, healing, restoration, and renewal can take root.

When Elijah finally reached Mount Horeb, God came not in the dramatic signs but in the gentle whisper. Caregiver support is often like that whisper—quiet, consistent, and life-giving.

Be an Angel

Sometimes the most faithful thing you can do is not to speak, but to act. To show up with food. To take on a responsibility without being asked. To sit in silence beside someone carrying the weight of others.

The angel who ministered to Elijah never asked him what he needed—the angel simply provided it. That is the kind of presence that gives life. That is what it means to be an angel in someone else’s wilderness.

Be an angel.


Closing Prayer

God of compassion and strength,
We lift before You every caregiver—those who hold families together, who shoulder unseen burdens, who quietly keep life moving for others while their own strength runs thin. We confess that too often we ask them questions when what they need is presence. Teach us to be angels—hands that bring bread, voices that bring calm, hearts that bring rest. For the weary caregiver, we pray Your renewal. For the isolated, we pray Your companionship. For the burdened, we pray Your peace. May Your gentle whisper remind them that they are not alone, and may we be faithful to embody Your care in small, quiet, sustaining ways. In Jesus’ name, Amen.

Lord, Is It Me?

There are moments in ministry that no seminary, no training, and no mentor could ever prepare you for. Moments where your deepest wrestlings are not with the congregation, the budget, or the community—but with yourself.

I’ve been in ministry for 27 years. In that time, I’ve learned how to navigate pain, cast vision, confront broken systems, and love deeply. I’ve stood when I didn’t think I could. I’ve preached when my spirit was empty. I’ve prayed when the words didn’t come easy.

But this season? This one is different.

This one is forcing me to ask a dangerous, sacred question:
“Lord, is it me?”

Not out of guilt.
Not out of failure.
But out of faith.

“But when evening came, he was reclining at the table with the Twelve. And while they were eating, he said, ‘Truly I tell you, one of you will betray me.’ They were very sad and began to say to him one after the other, ‘Surely you don’t mean me, Lord?’”
—Matthew 26:20–22 (NIV)

That moment around the table with Jesus resonates more now than ever. The disciples didn’t posture or pretend. They paused and examined themselves. And I find myself there too. Not because I’m betraying Christ. But because I love Him enough to wonder if, somehow, I’m getting in the way of what He wants to do through me.

I look around and see churches swelling in size, ministries going viral, and platforms growing with every click. But too often, what lies beneath that growth is theology that entertains instead of transforms, that appeases instead of convicts.

And here I am—trying to be faithful.
Preaching what I believe God has assigned to my heart.
Teaching what has been revealed through prayer, study, and sacred discernment.
Serving the community and building the Kingdom the best I know how.

Yet, growth feels slow. Sometimes stagnant.
And in moments of vulnerability, I wonder if the common denominator… is me.

What if I’m the bottleneck?
What if what I’m offering is no longer suited for a traditional church setting?
What if I’ve missed the mark?

And still—deep within—I believe I’m doing what God has called me to do.

But belief doesn’t always silence the burden.
Faith doesn’t always make the fog disappear.

So let me be honest. Let me be human.
I don’t need answers today. But I do need space.
And if you’re reading this—maybe you do too.

If you’ve ever found yourself questioning your impact,
If you’ve ever measured faithfulness by visible fruit and came up short,
If you’ve ever wondered whether your obedience really matters,
Then… come sit with me in this space.

“Let us examine our ways and test them, and let us return to the Lord.”
—Lamentations 3:40

“Search me, O God, and know my heart! Try me and know my thoughts! And see if there be any grievous way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting.”
—Psalm 139:23–24 (ESV)

I don’t want what people call success.
I don’t want vanity metrics.
I don’t want smoke and mirrors.

I just want to be faithful.
To give God my best.
To fulfill the totality of what I was created to do.

And maybe—just maybe—faithfulness means going back to the drawing board.
Not because I’ve failed.
But because I’m still being formed.

There’s no shame in reevaluation.
There’s no guilt in asking hard questions.
There’s only grace—grace to grow, to stretch, to evolve.

I don’t have all the answers.
But I still have the hunger to hear one thing from my Savior:

“Well done, good and faithful servant… Enter into the joy of your Lord.”
—Matthew 25:23 (NKJV)

Until then, I’ll keep showing up—
Searching.
Serving.
And staying close to the One who called me in the first place.


A Prayer for the One Who’s Wrestling

God of the table and the wilderness,
You who called us before we called You—
We are here with questions,
not because we doubt Your power,
but because we desire Your presence in the places we feel most unsure.

If we are the problem, reveal it.
If we are the planting, root us.
If we are the pruning, keep us.
If we are the remnant, strengthen us.

Speak to the quiet parts of our hearts.
Let our mission be Your mission.
And let us be faithful—not to outcomes, but to obedience.

May our “Well done” come not from the crowd,
but from Christ.

Amen.