08/27/2026
EIGHT YEARS
8-27-2026
For me, there’s a tremendous irony in this day. Maybe it shouldn’t be a surprise. I’m no longer surprised by anything the Lord Jesus chooses to do with my life. Today is the eighth anniversary of the day I left my old life behind. On the morning of 27 August 2018, at 7am, I backed out of my driveway at 6260 Chelsea Crescent in Williamsburg, Virginia…and never looked back. Today is the day the Lord chose to emancipate me from a fruitless life.
The irony comes in that today is also the first official full day that the Uncle Mike’s website has been up and running. This was not planned, and only noticed after the fact. Yesterday I felt a desire to celebrate. To be overly-exuberant about this milestone. But, at the same time, there existed an undertone of humility. A deep concentration of purpose and gratitude. Like a slow-moving glacier…it was present, persistent, and unstoppable.
I truly wish I could project and share the things I was feeling eight years ago. The confusion of thought. The battle which raged within. The perplexing presence of both joy and dread. Jesus won that day, and nothing has ever looked the same since. Slowly but surely, day by day, He has carved the rot out of my heart.
I realize I don’t need to project these things, because I know so many people are already going through their own version of the same thing. So many find themselves caught-up in a war for the soul…even if not fully aware. They know the feeling of being afflicted, yet may not be ready to acknowledge the root cause.
Today I choose to direct my exuberance at the right source…the only Source. It’s not the perishable thing which makes me happy. The website is simply the manifestation of unwavering faith. It’s the visible evidence of an invisible trust which has proven itself over and over and over again. I’m very thankful for all the hard work that went into making it a reality. And that individual is currently being paid in a way he may not yet clearly understand. Not in dollars and cents, but in spiritual currency.
Amanda is my little rock. She occupies a spot right next to the Big Rock, Jesus, in my heart. I would not have survived the previous eight years if it wasn’t for her profound measure of love, faith, and unwavering belief in my ability to get my mess together. Yet, through so many trials and tribulations, the Lord has guided us to safe harbor. To a place for us to work and serve. A fertile field to do the things we many times don’t yet know to do. I’m convinced the work has only begun.
Lord Jesus, to You I supplicate myself, and offer my sincerest measure of gratitude, thanks, and submission. It’s only because of You that I survived that dreadful day. It’s only because of You that I have this measure of faith to maneuver the most difficult and perplexing circumstances. And it’s only because of You that I’m convinced, beyond all shadow of doubt, that my hope is justified. You made the ultimate sacrifice so that I no longer had to walk through life in dread and fear of eternal condemnation.
“Inasmuch as the children have partaken of flesh and blood, He Himself likewise shared in the same, that through death He might destroy him who had the power of death, that is, the devil, and release those who through fear of death were all their lifetime subject to bondage.” - Hebrews 2:14-15
💪🏻 We’re only just now getting warmed up ✝️
God Bless Y’all…and keep looking Up 🙏🏻☝🏻
~Uncle Mike
