I realize that most of the traffic coming to my site doesn’t yet know me or my story. In 2024, I spent the better part of the year in the hospital. I actually died twice—but that’s a story for another time.

In April, I was placed on a ventilator for the first time. When I began to wake, I could hear nurses talking about me. They were getting details wrong, and I felt desperate to correct them. But I couldn’t speak—something was in my throat. In panic, I pulled it out, damaging my vocal cords in the process and leaving myself with no voice.

For weeks, I could not speak at all. Then, for weeks more, I could only whisper. Gradually my voice has grown stronger, but it is still weak and gravelly. Certainly not the kind of voice anyone would want to listen to for long. This left me feeling unable to serve God or share the Gospel in the way I once had.

But the devil is a liar.

Through writing, my words can be heard—and not only heard, but preserved. The books I write will exist long after I am gone, continuing to shape lives and spread God’s truth. That is an awesome gift, and I thank Him for it.

I am grateful for this opportunity, and I am even grateful for my sickness. God has used it not only to bring me back to Him, but also to give me a brand-new life here in my beloved new home of Bowling Green, Kentucky.

Thank You, Lord!

This is my voice today!