Gratitude Sunday: My Mom and George Bailey

One of my favorite Christmas movies is It’s a Wonderful Life.

When I was younger, I liked it because an angel comes down and helps a guy get through a hard time. You get to see his whole story unfold and figure out who he really is. I didn’t see the deep significance as a young person watching this movie for the first time.

As I’ve gotten older, George Bailey’s story has become far too familiar.

I see it in life all around me. People—many wonderful people—don’t realize the good they do. They don’t understand how their influence has shaped the world around them far more than they know.

One person I can see this to be true about is my mother.

A Life of Selfless Love

My mother is one of the most selfless, wonderful people I have ever met or had the pleasure to know. She is kind and caring and deeply concerned with the well-being of others.

This flows from her relationship with God, which has been solid for as long as I can remember. She loves Jesus dearly. And because of that, she has consistently, over the years, shown people God’s love in countless ways.

I’ve seen her stop in the grocery store and share God with people or stop and pray with them just because she knew they needed it. I’ve seen her give of herself and run herself ragged to make sure that the people she served and the people she loved were taken care of.

But I’m going to tell this story from my perspective, from what I’ve seen in my own life.

Songs and Stories in the Early ’80s

My mother, in the early ’80s, started telling me stories about Jesus. She would sing songs and read the Bible with me. She was very involved in making sure that I knew that Jesus loved me—and also building me up to be a confident and strong young man.

She was consistent in her love.

I reminded her the other day that she’s the reason I know Jesus, just as she’s the reason many other people in this world know Jesus as well. She’s the reason people have found hope when they didn’t have any. She’s the reason people have found kindness when they most needed it.

She has been God’s love to people repeatedly throughout her life.

And just like George Bailey, I don’t think she understands just how far her influence has gone.

The Billy Graham Question

It makes me think.

If I asked you, “Do you know who Billy Graham is?” most of us—whether we are Christians or not—have heard the name. We know he was a very famous minister. We know that he touched countless lives with the love of God and with the message of God’s salvation.

But if I asked you, “What was the name of the man who introduced Billy Graham to Jesus?” I don’t think many of us would know who that is.

You never know the effect you have on someone’s life. You never know the influence. You never know the good that you do. You’ll never see the full picture.

But that shouldn’t stop you from doing good.

My Gratitude

So to say the least, I’m grateful for my mother.

I’m grateful for the way she’s loved me and taken care of me. Even though it’s been many, many years since I’ve lived in their home, she still loves me and prays for me to this day like I’m her baby boy.

Her influence on me has been outstanding.

And I can only imagine the influence she’s had on others—the people whose names I’ll never know, whose stories I’ll never hear, whose lives were changed because she stopped in a grocery store or prayed with someone who was hurting or sang songs about Jesus to a little boy in the early ’80s.

She’ll never know how far her influence has gone.

But I do know this: I wouldn’t be here without her. I wouldn’t know Jesus without her. I wouldn’t be attempting this 7-40 Challenge without the foundation she helped build in my life.

So thank you, Mom.

For being God’s love when I needed it most.

For never giving up on me.

For showing me what it looks like to live a life of purpose.

You’re far more influential than you know.

And I’m forever grateful.

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Day 9: Twenty-Seven Years and Just Getting Started

Today is my 27th wedding anniversary.

Twenty-seven years ago, I married my best friend. And sitting at the table with her this morning, talking about all the unlikely things that had to align for us to even meet, I’m reminded why Day 9 of the 7-40 Challenge matters more than any other day so far.

This isn’t just about me. It never has been.

The Butterfly Effect (Or God’s Perfect Timing)

April 1, 1998. I walked into a church in Bethany, Oklahoma, volunteering with the college minister—for what, I don’t really remember. As we walked in together, a beautiful lady with blonde hair walked toward us.

The minister introduced us. She quickly said hello, then politely ignored me. Talked with the minister and was on her way. Little did I know I had just met my future wife.

It was like we were destined to meet. But here’s the thing: I was only at that church because of a singing scholarship that brought me to that university where the college minister was a student. My bride had only transferred to that university three months earlier because she wanted to be closer to home. I’d been at a different church where I was the youth leader until just a month before. Then a rappelling trip in late April. A whitewater rafting trip in June.

Every random piece had to fall into place exactly right.

Twenty-seven years later, we’re still here. Still talking. Still building a life together. I can’t even describe how grateful I am.

Here’s the truth: I’m 47 years old, staring down the reality that 27 more years won’t be enough time to know her, to be her friend, to do everything we still want to do together. It just isn’t long enough to love her completely.

But I’ll take every second I can get.

Why I’m Doing This Challenge

For years, I’ve worked on bettering myself in various ways—career, faith, creativity. But I’ve simultaneously neglected things that matter just as much. My physical health. My strength. My energy.

And here’s what crossed my mind this morning: I have to be here. Not just alive, but present, capable, and strong. I want as many more years as I can have. God willing, that’s a whole bunch.

We love being married. We love building our family. We love being creative together. We love working on homes together—improving things, building things, creating beauty out of work. That requires strength. Stamina. Being physically able to show up and contribute, not just watch from the sidelines because I didn’t take care of myself.

I need to be a helpmate to my wife—not a burden she has to accommodate because I let myself fall apart.

I need to be an example for my son. I want him to see his dad doing the hard thing at 47, not talking about it someday. I want him to watch me transform, so when life gets hard for him, he knows it’s possible to choose differently. To start now, not later.

I want to see my grandchildren. I want decades more with my best friend. I want to keep growing, keep achieving, keep building.

The best time to start taking care of myself? Not someday. Not when things settle down. Now.

Because 27 years from now, I want to be sitting at that same table with her, talking about all the things we built together in these next decades.

And that starts with Day 9.

Day 9 Scorecard: ✅ Bible study ✅ Exercise (Workout A) ✅ Reading ✅ Gratitude ✅ Water ✅ Calories ✅ Creative hour

Nine consecutive perfect days. For her. For my son. For the life we’re still building.

Happy anniversary, my darling. Here’s to 27 more—and I’m going to be strong enough to live every one of them well.

The best time to start is now. Not for yourself alone. For everyone counting on you to be here.

See you tomorrow for Day 10.

Day 8: Why I’m Still Walking (And Why You Should Too)

Seven days down. One week of perfect execution.

This morning I laced up for my walk thinking about something unexpected: I never saw this coming.

When I was younger, walking was what old people did. Real exercise meant running, lifting, sweating buckets. Walking? That was just… transportation.

At 47, walking is one of my favorite parts of the day.

Not the lifting (though Workout B yesterday destroyed me in the best way). Not the yoga. The walk.

Here’s why that matters for the 7-40 Challenge: Simple works. Sustainable beats intense.

Hippocrates said it 2,000 years ago: “Walking is man’s best medicine.” He was right then. He’s right now.

Three reasons walking wins:

Fresh air. Whether it’s scorching summer or crisp winter, stepping outside and filling my lungs pulls me away from screens and routines. It resets my energy in a way indoor workouts can’t match.

Audiobook time. I’m working through “Made to Stick” while walking. Physical movement + mental input = how I learn best. Double productivity.

My brain needs motion. I’m still that energetic kid who thinks better while moving. At 47, I feel it every time—blood pumping wakes up my brain. Nietzsche nailed it: “All truly great thoughts are conceived by walking.”

The practical magic: Walking is low-impact. Easy on joints. No jarring bounces or overuse injuries. It strengthens your heart, aids weight management, releases endorphins that lift your mood. And it’s accessible—no gym required, no equipment needed.

Just shoes and intention.

I never thought I’d be the guy who loves his daily walk. But here I am, Day 8, proving that the best habits are often the simplest ones.

The best time to start walking? Now. Not when you’re “in better shape.” Not when the weather’s perfect. Now.

Lace up. One mile. See how you feel.

Day 8 Scorecard: ✅ Bible study ✅ Exercise (walk + more today) ✅ Reading ✅ Water, calories, gratitude ✅ Creative hour

Eight consecutive perfect days. The simple habits stack.

What’s your go-to movement? Drop a comment—let’s build a community of people actually doing the work.

See you tomorrow for Day 9.

Why Gratitude Is Habit #7 in My 7-40 Challenge: Three Gifts That Changed Everything

When I designed the 7-40 Challenge—seven daily habits practiced for 40 days, repeated throughout 2026—I had to make hard choices. Only seven habits. Not eight. Not ten. Seven.

Bible study made the list. So did exercise, calorie tracking, water intake, reading, and creative work. But the seventh spot? That one is special to me.

I chose gratitude.

Not because it’s trendy. Not because some productivity guru told me to keep a gratitude journal. I chose gratitude because without it, I forget who I am and whose I am.

Gifts, Not Guarantees

I’ve always tried to be a grateful person. Whether through things people have done for me or gifts I’ve received, I’ve understood—or mostly understood—that those gifts were just that: gifts. Not things to expect. Not things to demand.

But I’ve received some gifts in my life that go far beyond my deserving. And I see gratitude as a way to remain centered in those gifts and how thankful I am for them.

The first is my relationship with Jesus.

I recognize that I need Him, and He saved me when I called out to Him. He forgave me of my sins and made me His. I am forever grateful.

The second gift is my wife.

We met when we were 19 years old. Somehow we had the clarity of mind and the foresight to know we had found the person we wanted to spend the rest of our lives with. We celebrate our 27th wedding anniversary this week, and she is the best friend I have ever had aside from God Himself.

The third gift is my son.

We prayed for a very long time for his arrival. When he finally came, it was not without complication. But God took care of him, and he has grown to be such a fine young man—so loving, so smart, so many other things. I am so grateful for him.

These three gifts—Jesus, my bride, my son—aren’t things I earned. They’re treasures I’ve been given. And gratitude is how I remember that.

And there are other ways gratitude has shaped me as well.

When Gratitude Becomes Survival

I was first diagnosed with cancer in 2004 when I was 26 years old. I went through chemotherapy in 2005 and thought I was cancer-free. I was beyond relieved and so grateful for a new start, a new opportunity to do good and be with my family.

For 13 years, life was normal.

Then in 2018, the doctor found a 13cm tumor that had shut off my left kidney. I was in excruciating pain. The diagnosis wasn’t good. It’s only by the grace of God that I am still here.

Because of that, I know I have purpose. I know I have more to do.

For this reason, I choose to be thankful every day.

Sometimes I start to forget. Life gets busy. Habits get routine. The miracle of waking up becomes ordinary again.

But it always comes back.

My heart is filled with so much gratitude for the opportunity to still be here with my family, to love them as hard as I can, and to do my best to live the life God wants me to live.

Gratitude isn’t a nice addition to my life. It’s how I survive with purpose.

Why Sundays Matter

That’s why gratitude is Habit #7 in my challenge. And that’s why every Sunday in 2026, I’m launching a Thank You Campaign—a weekly practice of publicly thanking the people who shaped me, believed in me, and invested in me even when I didn’t deserve it.

Because transformation doesn’t happen in isolation. I didn’t get here alone. And if I’m going to document 7 40 day rounds (280 days) as a “lab rat” proving that change is possible at any age, I need to acknowledge the truth: I am who I am because of the gifts I’ve been given and the people who gave them.

I choose to make my gratitude more tangible. I’m going to start saying thank you as often as I can because I choose a grateful heart.

Not just feeling it. Not just thinking it.

Saying it. Writing it. Making it real.

Because the best time to be grateful isn’t someday.

It’s now.

#thankyoucampaign #gratitude #thankyou

Finding Your Why: Day 2 of the 7-40 Challenge

Welcome back to the 7-40 Challenge. It’s Day 2, and momentum is strong.

Today’s Progress : Bible study ✓ | Exercise ✓ (walking and yoga) | Reading ✓ (1 hour into Made to Stick) | Water & calorie tracking ✓| Content creation ✓| Gratitude ✓|

Seven habits, all moving forward. The system is working. The real test comes next week when I return to work and the routine has to fit into normal life—but for now, we’re building the foundation.

Today, I’m reflecting on the why behind this challenge.

Like many of you, I’ve set goals over the years. Some I’ve achieved—many I have not. Year after year, I found myself frustrated, asking: Why do I set a goal and then watch it slip away, unachieved?

The Discovery in the Files

Over the Christmas holiday, I cleaned my office and sorted through years of papers, notes, and scribbled dreams. A theme emerged: I had saved goal lists from multiple years, desires to get in better shape, make more money, whatever mattered at the time.

Side note: I believe there’s real power in writing things down. Even if we forget about them later, the act of writing and considering our goals can set us on the right path.

But as I read through these lists, another theme surfaced. For years, I’ve been searching for my personal focus. Why am I here on Earth? Why has God put me in this place and time?

I have concrete answers to some of these questions:

  • I’m here to know God and serve Him
  • I’m here to love and serve my wife and care for her
  • I’m here to love my son and be an example for him
  • I’m here to be a good friend
  • I’m here to take care of people

But when I get to that last line—”I’m here to take care of people”—what does that actually mean?

The Ministry Years: 1998-2000

Let me rewind to 1998. At 20 years old, I felt called to serve in church ministry. I was still in college but had a deep desire to serve God and help people. I served nine months as a music pastor, then took on the youth pastor role for about a year and a half.

I enjoyed working with students, but the music ministry proved more challenging than I expected. Soon after, I moved to a different church to serve as youth pastor only—more enthusiasm, slightly higher salary, and the same desire to help people.

What I didn’t know then: I was woefully unprepared for either job.

Before the first position, I had minimal experience leading a choir—just a small ensemble at my college Baptist Student Union. Yet they expected me to hold choir rehearsals, help people sing in parts, make things sound beautiful, and work with people 30, 40, and 50 years older than me. I had zero knowledge of what to do.

With the youth group, I understood students better because I was closer to their age and knew how to communicate with them. But I had no idea how to interact with parents, build rapport with sponsors, or actually disciple students—because I was still very young myself. Whether through arrogance or oversight, I wasn’t receiving the training I desperately needed.

By the second church, my enthusiasm fizzled quickly. I became almost despairing in my misery because I didn’t know how to do my job, didn’t feel supported, and didn’t know how to ask for help.

At the core of it all: I wanted to help people. But I should have admitted sooner that ministry wasn’t the method by which I would help them. I became a “professional Christian,” and my own relationship with God suffered greatly.

26 Years Later: Finding the Answer

Why share all this? Why talk about failed goals and times when I wasn’t where I needed to be?

Because through 26 years of writing goals and working to achieve them, I finally figured out how I help people. I’ve discovered why I’m here. And now, I’m working to help others do the same.

There’s a famous quote: “The two most important days in your life are the day you are born and the day you find out why.” Now that I know why I’m here—to help people, to meet them where they are, to keep working on myself so I’m an example—it all works together.

The Pattern Behind Achievement

Looking over 25 years of notes, I see things I’ve accomplished and many things I haven’t. Here’s what I’ve learned: I accomplish things when I know why I’m doing them. When I understand my purpose.

The purpose of the 7-40 Challenge is exactly this: to use myself as the lab rat and demonstrate through my own life whether seven habits practiced over 40 days, with deliberate intent and built-in time for rest and recharge, can build sustainable change. Can this approach help build a community and help other people do the same—with authenticity, honesty, and a genuine desire to fulfill what I was put here for?

To help people.

That’s my goal. That’s where we’re headed in 2026.

What about you? Have you found your “why” yet? Or are you still searching? Drop a comment—I’d love to hear where you are on this journey.

See you tomorrow for Day 3.