A quiet return. An invitation to attention. A place to begin. I have been quiet here. Not because the words ran out,but because I did not want to add noisewhere attention was required. There are seasons when explaining feels productive.And there are seasons when explanation only protects the self. This has been the latter. So... Continue Reading →
A Quiet Guide in Work Clothes
Daily writing promptDescribe a man who has positively impacted your life.View all responses The Janitor Who Taught Me How to Listen If you were looking for one of the men who quietly shaped my life,you would not find him on a stage. You would find him unlocking doors,emptying garbage cans,caring for the grounds. I met... Continue Reading →
When You Do Not Want To Be the Smartest Fool in the Room
If you could meet a historical figure, who would it be and why? Choosing Paul, Learning from Saul, and Letting Christ Live Where It Matters Most I used to treat the question, “Which historical figure would you like to meet?”, like party trivia. Pick your favorite:Jesus (gold-star answer),Lincoln (safe),Rumi (mystic points),Van Gogh (artistic flex),or Da... Continue Reading →
The Soil That Saves Us
Daily writing promptWhat's something you would attempt if you were guaranteed not to fail.View all responses On Failure, Faith, and the God Who Gardens Our Losses The question sounds so clean, so full of promise:What would you attempt if you were guaranteed not to fail? It rolls off the tongue like courage, like freedom.But turn... Continue Reading →
When the Squeeze Comes
Daily writing promptWhat would you do if you lost all your possessions?View all responses On Losing Grip, Finding What’s Left, and the Mess That Spills Out Once, not so long ago, I was poor enough that homelessness felt like it was pacing my porch. Creditors pounded as if they owned the hinges. Payday loans—devil’s candy—offered... Continue Reading →
The Summer I Lost My Taste for Cherries
Daily writing promptIn what ways does hard work make you feel fulfilled?View all responses Finding Work That Feeds the Soul One summer in college, I worked three jobs to pay tuition. First: painting classrooms and waxing floors at the local high school, the smell of chemicals in my lungs, the hum of buffers rattling my... Continue Reading →
The City of the Future (and the Weeds in My Soul)
Daily writing promptHow would you design the city of the future?View all responses What if the city of the future wasn’t a gleaming utopia of steel and speed, but a humble haven where even the weeds in your soul could find grace? Beneath every dream city lies the grit of construction. Outside my window, workers... Continue Reading →
You Can’t Rush the Washing Machine: What Brings Me Peace
Daily writing promptWhat brings you peace?View all responses A Word to IbaYour words about unsung songs and the ache of becoming—they’ve stayed with me.They echo in the spaces between these lines.You’ve reminded me: peace does not come from perfection, but from presence.And I want you to know—You are not alone. None of us are. When... Continue Reading →
Count of the Wooded Valley
What's the story behind your nickname? A count without a castle, learning to tend what matters They asked about nicknames. But some names are not just playful—they’re formative, false, or even holy. Sometimes names are less about thrones and more about thresholds. My name is Dean Graf. Dean means wooded valley.Graf means count—a land steward.... Continue Reading →
Even There, You Are Not Alone
Daily writing promptHow would you describe yourself to someone who can't see you?View all responses The WordPress prompt was:How would you describe yourself to someone who can’t see you? I didn’t answer right away.The question cut deep—past the easy stuff like job titles, appearances, or roles.It asked for something real.Something forming.Something still in process. And... Continue Reading →