08/26/2026
I’m a Christian who has made choices I knew didn’t honor God.
I’m a Christian who has chased success, recognition, money, influence, and the approval of people.
I’m a Christian who has had seasons where I wanted God’s blessings more than I wanted God’s presence.
I’m a Christian who has preached faith while privately wrestling with fear.
I’m a Christian who has made excuses for things God was trying to deliver me from.
I’m a Christian who has known Scripture, preached Scripture, believed Scripture... and still had moments when I chose Brandon’s way over God’s way.
I’ve been homeless.
I’ve been broken.
I’ve experienced loss.
I’ve watched things I thought would last forever fall apart.
I’ve had moments when I didn’t know how I was going to feed my children, pay a bill, or make it to the next opportunity.
And I’ve also watched God send provision from places I never expected.
So no, I’m not a Christian because I have always gotten it right.
I’m a Christian because when I was wrong, Jesus was still right.
When I wandered, He came looking for me.
When I was guilty, He forgave me.
When I was empty, He filled me.
When I was broken, He kept putting me back together.
When I couldn't see a way, He kept proving that He had already made one.
I am living proof that grace is not a reward for perfect people. Grace is the reason imperfect people can become new people.
I’m not the man I used to be.
I’m not yet the man I’m going to be.
But by the grace of God, I am becoming the man He created me to be.
And after everything I’ve survived, everything I’ve lost, everything I’ve gotten wrong, and everything He has brought me through...
I’m still chasing God.
Not because I’m perfect.
Because I know what it feels like to be found. ❤️