Why Freedom Starts With Jesus, Not Willpower Recovery didn’t begin for me with a plan; it began with surrender. Surrender—a word so overused it can lose its impact if we let it. So when I say my recovery began with surrender, there was nothing nonchalant about it. The time had come to own up to a hard truth: my impulses had been running the show—and they had gotten me into trouble. Trouble I could not get myself out of. For years, I had the best intentions. I’d wake up determined to do...

Here we are—May 1st, 2025. A few days ago, I was in a meeting when someone mentioned that an event was coming up “this Thursday.” I...

My Day One. The day Jesus rolled the stone away from my heart.