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Not all growth is visible.We tend to measure progress by what we can see—the changed behavior, the answered prayer, the ...
09/06/2026

Not all growth is visible.

We tend to measure progress by what we can see—the changed behavior, the answered prayer, the door finally opening.

But roots grow beneath the surface.

There were seasons in my life when it looked like nothing was changing. I was still struggling, still making mistakes, and still wondering whether I would ever become the man God intended me to be.

What I couldn’t see was that something had already been planted.

Every honest conversation, every consequence, every prayer spoken for me, and every moment of willingness was reaching a little deeper.

God did not change everything in me at once.

He kept working beneath the surface until I became willing to grow in a different direction.

Sixteen years of sobriety did not appear overnight. It grew from one decision, one day, and sometimes one difficult truth at a time.

Faith is trusting that just because I cannot see anything happening does not mean God has stopped working.

Sometimes the strongest growth begins in the dark.

Where might God be growing something in you beneath the surface?

— George

09/05/2026

Good roots do not guarantee good choices.

I came from people who loved me, taught me faith, and showed me right from wrong. I still made choices that took me a long way from the person I was raised to be.

Addiction does not automatically mean the family failed.

Poor choices may take us far from our roots—but they do not have to erase what was planted there.

What good root helped you find your way back?

— George

09/04/2026

Not every old root looks unhealthy.

Some of mine have learned how to disguise themselves as strengths.

I have experience. I have lived through some things. I have learned lessons worth sharing, and I genuinely want those lessons to help someone else.

But if I’m not careful, experience can turn into certainty. Helping can turn into telling. And somewhere along the way, I can become so focused on being the teacher that I stop being teachable.

Recovery did not give me all the answers.

It taught me how important it is to keep listening for them.

Leadership is not having all the answers. It is being willing to share when an answer appears—and humble enough to recognize that sometimes it will come through someone else.

Some roots grow back quietly.

For me, one of them is the belief that I should already know.

So I keep pulling it.

Quit trying to be a teacher.

Remain teachable.

What old root keeps trying to grow back in your life?

— George

09/02/2026

Three hours pulling goatheads remindedme of something recovery keeps teaching me:
The work is in the roots-but I also have to pay attention to the seeds.
What little thing deserves your attention today?

-George

08/30/2026

This week I’ve been thinking about the lives that helped shape mine.

Jesus. Dad. Mom. Joe. Ed. Bill Wilson. Even Norman.

Each left me something worth carrying forward.

But remembering the lesson isn’t enough. Gratitude asks me to live it—and faith asks me to pass it on.

Maybe that is one reason God places certain people in our lives. What they give us isn’t meant to stop with us.

I don’t have to carry every lesson perfectly.

Just for today, I can live one of them well.

What was freely given was never meant to stop with me.

— George

Every man who has lived at Liberty House since Norman arrived has noticed how much attention I give him.Some probably di...
08/29/2026

Every man who has lived at Liberty House since Norman arrived has noticed how much attention I give him.

Some probably didn’t understand it at first.

But Norman depends on me. Feeding him, walking him, paying attention when something isn’t right, and showing up for him whether it is convenient or not—that responsibility doesn’t change because I’m tired or having a difficult day.

And the men are watching.

I know they are watching because I see it in the way they come to adore Norman too. Some even step in to care for him when I’m not there.

Not because I’m trying to teach them something. Because how we care for those who depend on us teaches something whether we intend it to or not.

Pay attention to how a man cares for those who depend on him. It will tell you what his words cannot.

Recovery isn’t only what we say we believe.

It’s what we model through the way we live.

— George

08/28/2026

I’ve been thinking about the lives that helped shape mine.

Most of these lessons weren’t taught by someone sitting me down and explaining them. They were taught by the way someone lived, what they believed, and what they chose to do when it mattered.

Some people leave behind instructions without ever writing them down. Their lives become the lesson.

My responsibility is to recognize those lessons—and pass them on.

Who has had a lasting impact on your life?

— George

08/26/2026

Sometimes I think Norman needs me to show him how things are supposed to go.

Where to walk. When to slow down. What is safe. How to behave.

But if Norman could put it into words, I think he would say:

“I don’t need you to teach me how to enjoy this. I need you to let me.”

That landed harder than I expected.

Sometimes helping isn’t teaching, correcting, or controlling the outcome. Sometimes it’s creating enough room for someone to experience life for themselves.

Norman already knows how to stop and smell the roses.

Most days, I’m the one still learning.

— George

I’m better at asking God to guide my steps than I am at trusting Him when I need to stop moving.When I’m forced to slow ...
08/23/2026

I’m better at asking God to guide my steps than I am at trusting Him when I need to stop moving.

When I’m forced to slow down, the hardest part isn’t admitting that I need rest. It’s trusting that the work will still get done without my hands on everything.

Part of me looks at everything still unfinished and thinks it all depends on me.

But faith reminds me that the work was never mine to carry alone.

My responsibility is to show up faithfully when I can, to stop honestly when I must, and to trust God with what remains.

Sometimes surrender means moving forward without knowing the entire path.

Sometimes it means being still long enough to remember that God is still working—even when I am not.

Strength isn’t always pushing through.

Sometimes strength is trusting that the work will continue without me trying to control every step.

Sometimes all we can do is just love them.We cannot make someone ready. We cannot argue, rescue, threaten, or worry them...
08/22/2026

Sometimes all we can do is just love them.

We cannot make someone ready. We cannot argue, rescue, threaten, or worry them into recovery. We cannot walk their path for them—no matter how badly we want to.

Sometimes all we can do is love them.

That doesn’t mean accepting everything they do. It doesn’t mean abandoning our boundaries or protecting them from every consequence. It means releasing the belief that, if we try hard enough, we can control what happens next.

And there is nothing small about that kind of love.

But the person struggling is not the only one who needs love and support. Addiction affects the entire family. The people who spend their lives worrying, waiting, and trying to remain strong need somewhere safe to set down that weight too.

Receiving help for yourself does not mean you have stopped loving them.

It means you are allowing someone to love you while you continue loving them.

Sometimes all we can do is just love them.

And sometimes we need to let someone love us too.

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