seats at tables I don’t belong at, in rooms I shouldn’t be in, next to people I don’t deserve to know.

It’s been a while since I’ve written anything here. Six months, actually.
But the truth is, almost a day hasn’t gone by that I haven’t written something.

A line in my moleskin.
A half-thought in the margins of a book.
A note on my phone.
A text to a friend that probably should’ve been a chapter.

I’m in this strange season where the more I learn, the more I’m reminded of how much I still don’t know.
It’s humbling. And honestly, if I’m not careful, it can keep me from sharing anything at all.

Recently I’ve been invited onto a few podcasts, sat in a couple conversations that felt bigger than me, and the same feeling creeps up every time:

Why am I here?

I keep catching myself saying,
“I’m just the guy who keeps getting seats at tables I don’t belong at, in rooms I shouldn’t be in, next to people I don’t deserve to know.”

And there’s only one answer for that.

God’s favor.

One of the clearest memories I have from growing up is my dad sitting at our kitchen table early in the morning, Bible open, head bowed. I remember asking him once what he was praying for. He looked up and said something like,

“Son, make sure you always pray for God’s favor. He freely gives it, and we all need it.”

It stuck with me.
I don’t think a day has passed in the last twenty years where I haven’t prayed for God’s favor over my life, my family, and the people I love.

And here’s the thing:
I can pat myself on the back for some of the opportunities that have come my way. I can pretend it’s all strategy, timing, discipline, or whatever entrepreneurial word sounds impressive.

Or I can humble myself long enough to admit the truth:

My life could have gone a billion different ways.

Yes, I’ve tried to be faithful with what He’s entrusted me with.
Yes, I’ve put in the work.
Yes, I’ve shown up.

But at the end of the day, any good in my life comes back to Him.
My health.
My family.
My conversations.
My business endeavors.
My community.
Every open door I never could’ve pried my way into.

All God.

If I’m sitting at tables I don’t deserve, that’s grace.
If I’m in rooms I never imagined, that’s favor.
And if my life tells any kind of story, I hope it’s that God has been kind to me.

More kind than I deserve. More kind than I can explain.

Overwhelmed by His goodness.

Always in your corner,

-LM