Recovery Articles

As my wife and I were driving to work one day we found ourselves sitting at one of many red lights. The music on the radio was on break and talk show hosts were cracking their witty jokes. However, as we sat here a truck was turning from traffic with the traffic, and it was hauling a large black fridge in the back of it. This was no unusual sight necessarily, but how they had it strapped down was highly unusual to me. The still had the fridge resting in on a transpo

Have you done it? Have you made up your mind yet? God has made up his mind about you. But have you? There is in recovery what they call the “Rock Bottom”. This is the lowest point of addiction. We feel the worst; we have suffered and have caused suffering, it feels like a pit too deep to crawl out of. Now this is a terrible place to be, every addict has their version of what this looks like. I would venture to say some out there would compare these situations to others, but t

Today while I was at work, I heard the sweet small sound of music in the distance. I was walking back into our building when I heard this, and it caused me to pause for a moment. While I stood there and listened to the music it was waxing and waning, sometimes strong and sometimes weak. You see it took me a moment to realize it, but the wind was carrying it to my ears. When the wind picked up, so did that sweet small melody. Now after a few gusts I put together the tune that

Just this past week, I had my first opportunity to watch the two of my kids…. At the same time, that is. I have watched my two-year-old plenty of times by herself. Play, eat, sleep, then the cycle repeats until it’s a new day. Now adding my less-than-3-month-old son into the mix is quite a big deal for me. Not only was I doing my normal routine with my daughter, but I now also had to weave him into this as well. Not to mention the crying that comes from both children in times

Over this past weekend, many of us participated in the celebration of Mother’s Day. A mom, a grandmother, an aunt, a family member, or someone who stood in as the role of a “Mom” figure gets celebrated. We think of their love, kindness, and selflessness. Of the qualities they do best for their family and children, traits others strive to attain. However, as I started thinking about this, I started thinking about the men in recovery who struggle with addiction. I know this is

Have you ever been in an argument? Have you ever been in an argument you felt there was no way you could be wrong? Or maybe you have found yourself on the losing side and have nothing else to do but mope about it? Well, I have something to say about this, from my own personal struggles with pride and arrogance. I’ve heard it said about those who believe they could not be wrong, that they live on a “Mountain of Right”. I have also heard it said about those who feel they are a

If, like me, you were raised in the 80s and 90s, then you’re officially old. Back then, there was a commercial featuring an elderly person who had fallen to the ground. This person would lie there helplessly with no one around. Unable to reach a phone to call for help, they would reach for a necklace and press a red button. A voice would ask, “What’s your emergency?” The fallen person would reply, “HELP! I’VE FALLEN AND I CAN’T GET UP!” The voice on the other end would then

One weekend my wife and I found ourselves at our wits end with each other. It seemed every day if not multiple times a day, we had something to bicker about. We were both searching for peace behind the scenes, but every time we let something out of our mouths, it was the opposite of that. On this weekend, Saturday night had rolled around, as I entered our bedroom she proceeded to look at me and ask one question, “Have you struggled today”. In that instant my heart had sunk an

This past week, a revelation was given to me by God. As I was making my morning commute to work, I found myself behind a semi. Now my travel is not on the highway, but rather country roads, and semis on country roads do not move very quickly sometimes. While putzing along behind this truck, I decided I would really rather get to work quicker than I was. Since I knew these roads very well, I knew the shortcuts and the other roads that would all take me to my destination. So,

As a kid, my family dealt specifically with one emotion more than the others, Anger. In my family all the men on my father’s side have a temper. We all handle it in our own way, some better than others. I thought that I handled it the best, but in truth, I just bottled it up. I never spoke when those feelings arose because I knew the consequences could be greater than my satisfaction. There was a chance I may say something I would regret afterwards. This was all good and well

I woke up this morning feeling a little bit more tired than normal. However, I was also feeling a little bit more motivated than normal. If you have been around long enough to become an adult, then you know that these two normally do not go together; typically, they go in quite opposite directions. Upon drafting this article, God gave me a revelation of what it looks like to be accountable. When we are amid addiction, accountability is quite the opposite of what we want. Ye

When I first started recovery, I felt empowered like never before. A strength not found in my earlier attempts to break free from my addiction. I found unity in the men who were in this group; I found what the Bible calls a threefold cord. It was God, me, and accountability. During the initial time of entering recovery, there are different levels at which we feel this threefold cord. Some of us felt stronger than ever before. Others, however, have felt more exposed than ev

How many times have you been told to “See” the other perspective of someone? How many times have you been told that you never “Think” about someone else’s feelings? How many times do these questions make you feel enraged, or like you have just been cut through with a searing hot knife? For me I have experienced all these just too often. You see, I have a focusing problem with my addiction. I act like it affects just me, even though I know very well it doesn’t. I act like it i

This article assured us that accountability is not about shame—it’s about healing. When men choose to live in truth, to be known, and to walk in brotherhood, transformation happens. Accountability isn’t a burden; it’s the bridge between struggle and freedom.

Addiction, in any form, rarely begins with the extreme. It often starts subtly—through curiosity, exposure, or what society labels as “harmless.” The path from soft indulgence to destructive dependency is , deceptive, and deeply human. This article explores how early, seemingly innocent experiences can evolve into powerful addictions, using the parallels between pornography and drug use as a lens for understanding the roots of impurity and bondage.

Teaching children to ride a bike is a moment filled with laughter, a few tumbles, and invaluable lessons. One of the most crucial pieces of advice we give them is to look where they want to go. It’s simple yet profound: if they gaze to the right, they’ll veer right; if they look left, they’ll head left. This principle extends beyond biking; it reflects a fundamental truth about life itself. The Power of Focus What we focus on in life significantly influences our direction and

Throughout history, mankind has learned to deal with death in many different ways. In fact, one could argue that everyone is familiar with it in some way. Whether we face it directly through someone we were close to or indirectly through a stranger on the news, we all experience emotions tied to death. Humans have specific ways of mourning and coping with grief, though each person handles it differently. Throughout history, cultures have shown us that we bury, burn, and even

F – Faking I – Ignoring N – Neglecting E – Evading We say it every day: “I’m fine.” It rolls off the tongue effortlessly — a convenient answer, a way to avoid uncomfortable conversations. But let’s be honest: when we say we’re “fine,” more often than not, we’re not. We’re faking peace. We’re ignoring pain. We’re neglecting ourselves. We’re evading vulnerability. And over time, those four little letters carry an invisible weight that can crush even the strongest among

Recovery is not a destination—it’s a lifelong journey that shifts, stretches, and humbles us in ways we never expect.

Imagine just about any day you could have, a good one, a bad one, a “so-so” one, you could even imagine today. You wake up in the morning and begin to possibly get ready for work, maybe relax for the day, or even just have personal plans ahead of you. Most of us somewhere in there include breakfast. Well, after this, we simply continue to the rest of the morning, it’s almost as if breakfast is a waypoint or a staple time in the morning. Once you have hit it, you begin progres