I have been in a lot of emotional conversations lately. The people I have been meeting with are really emotional about their position, their situation, and their story.  I love emotional people. I can relate to them; I am one of them. I am pretty sure that with the right motivation I could even create an emotional argument about the type of paper that is best for the Sunday bulletin.

When I first got married to Karen, I would run the moment she started to cry. If there was one tear rolling down her face, I was giving in and doing whatever I could to make her feel better. Early in my Army career I would do the same thing, except it would look as if I was not speaking up for something that I knew needed to be done.

I just finished another year of coaching t-ball. Caleb was an absolute stud on the field, and it was clear that watching his brother helped him grow into a great t-ball player. As a team we improved as well. The boys learned how to be better hitters, how to scoop the ball with the glove, and some of them even found first base! (It was a miracle, trust me.)

The more I wrestled with this, the more I thought about it in my own life. What has caused me to change? I’ve never changed for someone screaming at me from the corner. I’ve never changed because someone waived a Bible at me and told me I was wrong. I’ve never changed because of a rant on Facebook.