Husband of one, father of 5, servant of the Lord and King of all the earth, Jesus Christ. And goofball.
I love the richness of the Reformed faith, the taste of venison steak medium rare, full-contact-neck-fat-kissies on my little babies, and a cold stout beer in good company. I love being surprised by the break of the trigger, shot after shot, and what that looks like on paper from 200 yards. I love the riotous praise of adoring fans as I so expertly walk in the front door after work, and being called “daddy” by one of them for the first time. I love the loyalty of a good friend, the brutal honesty of a loving mentor, and real cornbread (if you don’t break a tooth, it ain’t real cornbread), and tinkering in the garage, and the frequent reminders that God never forgets the desires of my heart.
