Here I sit in my home office cranking through a mountain of work while constantly double checking my direction. A thousand things are constantly flying through my head. Big ideas. Huge impacts. Stories to tell. Battles to fight. Businesses to start. I love the dreaming, the executing and the sense of the control over my own destiny.

But... in the midst of this great adventure, I know there's a hole. I can't rid the sneaking suspicion that I'm an impostor. I'm constantly trying to prove to myself and everyone around that I'm worthy of time and attention. I hide behind my intelligence, athleticism, resume or social skills. I've rolled the dice, live among a millions of people and yet I often feel like I'm one against the wind. I long for a traveling companion to share the twists and turns, the ups and downs, the excitement and the stillness, the victories and the defeats.

Besides that... I'm frustrated by the evaporation of humility from Washington. I'm depressed by the utter disdain for anything and everything business related. I'm tired by the stereotyping, pigeonholing, and steamrolling. I'm dreading the unintended consequences of hasty action. I'm exhausted by constantly defending success. I'm scared by the deterioration of economic liberty. I'm worried by the false hope inspiring my countrymen.

When I reach the end of my rope, though, I remember that my hope doesn't lie in prosperity, political power, human generosity, the free market or worldly reputations. My hope lies in the only one who has overcome the grave. My hope lies in the only one capable of righting my wrongs. My hope lies in the life more abundantly. My hope lies in the King of King, the Lord of Lord, the Prince of Peace, the Alpha, Omega, Beginning and the End. My hope lies in Jesus Christ.

Wow. That feels good to put on paper.