December 2025

Today marks the beginning of the last month of the year.

31 days until we hit 2026.

Can you wrap your head around it?

All the goals you set at the beginning of 2025, how are they looking?

  • Were they all a wash, lost by March?
  • Did you actually stick with half of them? Maybe you’re 3 for 6?
  • Or did you accomplish most of them? Maybe you’re 4 for 5 right now and if you finish December strong you could go 5 for 5?

My year certainly didn’t look like I expected it to. I’ll expound on that another time. But I can say I am full of gratitude, full of love, and most days, I experience joy. Peace is a regular companion as well.

At the end of the day, those matter way more to me than the number of goals I checked off as completed.

You?

Set the Tone in Your Home

The teenagers are arguing back and forth with each other, then arguing back and forth with you.

The grade school kids are alternating between fussy / whiny and over-the-top annoying.

The toddlers are being demanding and semi-destructive.

A lot of parents think, at this point, it’s the kids being crazy. And maybe they are being crazy.

But there are so many reasons behind the behavior.

Disclaimer: I’m not talking about children with real issues on the spectrum. I’m not talking about special needs either.

An Average Teenager Experience

I’ll share a couple things that have happened in our household recently, and maybe a few of you can relate…

A month ago, our teenager couldn’t put a sentence together. “Like, um, like, there’s this thing at school, um, it’s at 7, actually, it’s at 5, I think. Maybe 6. 6-7, hahaha!”

“What is ‘this thing at school?'” we asked.

“It’s um, like, a, I can’t remember exactly. I think it’s a, um, a special meeting…”

I can’t even type it out. It was painful! Exhausting! 30 words, 80% filler, to get to the 6 that actually mattered.

She also couldn’t think for herself. She couldn’t remember anything. “Oh, I forgot.” “Oh, I didn’t hear you say that.” “Oh, what did you say again?” “I was supposed to do that?”

So frustrating! Every other person in the house could verify that we had said our command clearly.

Moral of the story: we took her phone away. We pay for it. We make the rules on its usage.

We suspended all use for a full week. Cold turkey. In a matter of days, she could speak, she could think, and she could remember.

Now, she has it back, but with much stronger boundaries.

An Average Grade-School Experience

Two weeks ago, our grade-schooler was going through a funk.

He was throwing up his hands and scoffing at every mention of a chore. He was fighting his siblings. He only wanted to eat snacks, not real food. He fought bedtime. He wanted this, that, this, that, just wishing and longing for everything other than what he had.

We started paying more attention to his habits and sure enough, there was a culprit.

On days he didn’t have hockey practice, he would come home from school and immediately get on Xbox.

Weekends, he’d wake up and get on an iPad, while mom and I were downstairs and the rest of the family slept. We’d tell him to get off and go outside. He’d go play for 10 minutes, come back in, and find the spare laptop.

Moral of the story: we took the Xbox, the iPad, and the spare laptop. We pay for it, we make the rules.

Within days, he was kinder with his siblings, doing his chores better, and playing outside for hours at a time.

Now, he can use with supervision, but with much stronger boundaries.

A Universal Truth

Parents, you set the tone emotionally and relationally for your home. It’s not your kids’ responsibility to do that. It’s your responsibility.

The problem is that so few parents recognize the type of environment they’ve set up in their home.

Some parents have set up a dictatorship. One person has all the say. If you ever question them or disagree with them, you could be destroyed.

Some parents have set up an anarchy. Anything goes. No rules. No boundaries. No discipline. No structure.

Some parents have set up a senate where everything has to be voted upon to make a basic decision. Dinner is up to a vote, vacation is up to a vote, bedtime is up to a vote. It’s all a vote.

Some parents have set up a party, where there’s always snacks, always alcohol in the fridge, always music and TVs on, but never anything of substance.

Some parents have set up a coddle fest, where its such a gentle parenting, the kid never learns anything without a helicopter parent’s mediation. They can’t play on their own, can’t cry for 20 seconds and move on, can’t figure out how life works without a constant intervention.

Some are yellers, some are complainers, some are criticizers.

Your kid mirrors your behaviors. Your kid mirrors your words.

And if they aren’t mirroring you, guess what?

They’re mirroring their biggest influences. What are they watching? What are they scrolling on? What are they reading?

Or is it simply that you aren’t interacting with them enough, or in a positive way, so they just turn to devices?

You can’t control. You can’t demand. But you can influence.

Your influence, when you pay the bills, is stronger than you think. You can put your foot down. You can set new rules and new boundaries.

The best changes will happen in the context of a loving home, with honest and uncharged conversations.

Set the tone in your home. Don’t be average. Be better. Make it better!

Proverbs 2

Proverbs 2 has to be one of my favorite chapters in the book.

It starts out with some massive โ€œif, thenโ€ statements.

โ€œIf, thenโ€ statements make logical folks, like myself, happy. Because we can predict the output when we know the input.

So, my logical friends, letโ€™s see how this goes. My son, my daughter, my child:

๐Ÿ‘‰If you accept my words

๐Ÿ‘‰If you store up my commands within you

๐Ÿ‘‰If you turn your ear to wisdom

๐Ÿ‘‰If you apply your heart to understanding

๐Ÿ‘‰If you call out for insight

๐Ÿ‘‰If you cry aloud for understanding

๐Ÿ‘‰If you look for it as for silver

๐Ÿ‘‰If you search for it as for a hidden treasure

๐Ÿ‘‰If you do these thingsโ€ฆ

Thenโ€ฆ

“You will understand the fear of the Lord

You will find the knowledge of God.”

Sounds like a win, yeah? Iโ€™d love to have more of that. And Iโ€™d love for my kids to have more of that.

It keeps going in verse 9:

โ€œthen you will understand what is right and just and fair โ€” every good path.

For wisdom will enter your heart and knowledge will be pleasant to your soul.

Discretion will protect you and understanding will guard you.

Wisdom will save you from the ways of wicked menโ€ฆfrom the adulterous woman.โ€

And on and on it goes.

These are the results, the benefits, the promised conclusions on the backend of the โ€œif/thenโ€ statements.

Pretty incredible.

If this, then that. Seems like a good exchange to me. What about you?


Started the Proverbs series with this entry: Intro to Proverbs

Friday Night Fiction (Part 4)

The home was dilapidated. Nothing good happens in a dilapidated home.ย Everyone knows that.

If you can’t take care of the outside, how can you possibly take care of the inside? 

If you can’t wipe off the dining room table, how can you possibly eat in peace?

Dilapidated. And dark. Dark no matter how much the sun shone outside. Dark no matter how many lights were on inside. Dark no matter the season.

You could feel the darkness.

The smell and sounds hit you at the doorway, if you dared to step inside.

Cigarettes and ashtrays. Glass bottles and empty cans. Orange pill bottles and eye drops. Stale spaghetti and fruit flies buzzing. AC/DC and Ozzy blaring in background when times were bad. Sublime and Hendrix when times were not as bad.

The kids didn’t know any different.

The older sister wore princess dresses, every one with a smudge or stain. The boys wore the same mesh shorts and ratty t-shirts. One, because that’s what pre-teen boys do. Two, because they had no other choice.

I came to visit just before 10am. What I Got was playing from the boombox.

“Come on in! Beer’s in the fridge. Have a seat.”

“No thanks, I’m good.”

He sat in the broken recliner and clicked over to a replay of a Nascar race.

Where do I start with this guy, I wondered.

Happy Thanksgiving

Two words.

Happy.

Let that sit with you.

Sit with happiness. Sit in happiness.


Then that other word.

It’s actually a compound word:

Thanks

Giving

You give thanks.

If you’re giving it, it implies you’re giving it to someone. Or Someone.

Today, I’m…

Giving Thanks

for…

Happy.

What a great day it has been! The most wonderful day of the year.

The Desk As Metaphor

The desk is the mind.

Right now, my desk has

  • a computer
  • an external screen
  • a light
  • a microphone
  • a camera
  • a bluetooth keyboard
  • a bluetooth mouse
  • a couple pens
  • a binder of papers
  • a half dozen cords connect things behind the scenes

Nothing surprising, right?

Sounds borderline organized and structured.

But what if I told you there were 18 random post-its, 3 broken items, a piece of trash, and a coffee mug from this morning. There’s an extra cord not plugged into anything. Surely there’s something dead that needs charging, but it isn’t here at the moment.

Now, all the sudden, it sounds messy.

It is.

My mind is in a nearly identical state. I have some organization and structure. I have the main work project I’m working every day. I have The Daily Omer writing every day. I have a course I’m working through. I have daily habits and routines to keep me in shape and performing at a high level.

But I also have all these random thoughts/post-its I haven’t put in their place yet. Frankly, I don’t know where to put them, how to tag them, how they’ll contribute to anything in the future.

I have a few broken items/mindsets I’m trying desperately to shed. I have a couple aches and pains that just nag at me.

I have trash/mental and emotional baggage I’m still sorting through and need to throw away.

I have dirty dishes/chores that I’m behind on.

I have a couple borderline dead ideas floating out there. Surely I could connect them to the charger and get something going.

At any given time, I can take a look at my desk and tell you where your mind is.

What about you? How’s your desk? How’s your mind?