For years, I thought I was only hurting myself. But the truth is, addiction—or any area of life that’s out of control—doesn’t keep its damage contained. It leaks into everything…

Some nights after POLR meetings, I sit in my office or even lay in bed and wrestle. Isaiah’s words echo in my spirit: Do we still burden God with our sins? Can we weary Him with our failures—even as Christians washed in His blood…

I didn’t realize how much of my recovery was being hindered by the person I refused to forgive - ME. I had asked God to forgive me. I had apologized to others. But I kept dragging my own name through the mud…

I didn’t realize I had become bitter until bitterness was all I could taste. At first, I just thought I was angry. Then I thought I was just hurt. Then I said I was “over it.” But I wasn’t. I was just better at hiding it. ..

It’s a spiritual fact: every time I’m really either bothered by or overly sensitive to stuff happening around me, it usually points to something unsettled…