There was a season in my life where I felt like I owed everybody a reason. Why I believed what I believed. Why I led the way I led. Why I was not more flexible, more open, more willing to meet people in the middle on things God already settled. I was exhausted before noon...
I have met men who were completely different people depending on the room. At church, humble and soft-spoken. At work, sharp and decisive. At home, checked out and unavailable. Around their boys, loud and reckless. Each version carefully adjusted for the audience. It is exhausting to watch. I can only imagine how exhausting it is...
Everybody wants to talk about headship until it is time to actually carry it. Leading a house is not a title. It is not a position that comes with a crown and automatic respect. It is weight. Daily, unglamorous, nobody-is-clapping weight. It means you are the first one accountable when things go wrong. Not the...