The Best Continuing Education I’ve Ever Taken July 19, 2026 The Best Continuing Education I’ve Ever Taken Last week, I shared the question that changed my life. “What is my big dream according to Your will, Lord?” That question became the pivot point of my life. But looking back, I’ve realized the question itself wasn’t what transformed me. It was what happened next. For the past two and a half years, I’ve become captivated by one pursuit: getting to know God. Not just believing in Him. Not just praying to Him. But truly understanding who He is, what Jesus accomplished through the cross, and what it means to live today as a child of God filled with His Holy Spirit. As healthcare professionals, we understand the value of continuing education. Every year we devote hours to earning CME or CEU credits because we know expanding our knowledge makes us better clinicians. Then one day I asked myself… What if I invested even more time learning to know the One who created healing in the first place? Scripture says, “The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom, and the knowledge of the Holy One is understanding.” (Proverbs 9:10 NKJV) And again, “Wisdom is the principal thing; therefore get wisdom. And in all your getting, get understanding.” (Proverbs 4:7 NKJV) Those verses have come alive for me. I didn’t need bigger faith. Jesus already told us that faith as small as a mustard seed is enough (Matthew 17:20). What I needed was a greater understanding of the God in whom I already believed. Then something unexpected began to happen. I didn’t want this new understanding to remain head knowledge. Like every good clinician, I wanted to know if it could actually be lived. So, as I was gaining new understanding, I began putting what I was learning into practice. I started experimenting with God. I intentionally invited God into clinical situations. I asked Him questions. I paused long enough to listen. “Be Still & Know” (Psalm 46:10) became my new life motto. I expected the Holy Spirit to participate in patient care with me. What happened next completely changed my understanding of medicine. I watched medical miracles unfold before my eyes. I witnessed healing that science alone couldn’t fully explain. Thoughts would suddenly enter my mind with remarkable clarity — insights I hadn’t previously considered, yet which proved to be exactly what was needed. Time after time, I experienced what it looked like to partner with God rather than carry the responsibility of my patient outcomes by myself. I can honestly say… I will never think about medicine the same way again. I didn’t become a different clinician. I discovered I had a different way — a way that Jesus demonstrated — a way where I have an omniscient Partner who co-labors with me. Many of those stories are woven throughout the White Coat Revival book. They aren’t stories about what I accomplished. They’re stories about what became possible once I stopped practicing medicine independently, got still, invited God into every patient encounter, and began practicing medicine differently — with God instead of for God. Today I’d like to offer you a challenge. For every hour you spend expanding your medical knowledge this year, consider investing even more time expanding your knowledge of God. Study His Word. Learn His character. Ask Him questions. Read White Coat Revival. I wrote this book as a love letter from God to every healthcare professional. Together, we’ll take a deep dive into Scripture to rediscover God’s original design for you, His heart for medicine, and the incredible partnership He invites us into through the Holy Spirit. Discover what Christ has already accomplished for you and what God promises every believer. Two resources that profoundly shaped my own journey are the Divine Healing Technician teachings through Curry Blake with John G. Lake Ministries and many of the books by Andrew Wommack. More than anything, both continually pointed me back to Scripture, helping me discover who God truly is. The more I know Him, the more I know myself. The more I trust Him, the more naturally I partner with Him. And the more I partner with Him, the more I watch Him reveal His goodness through the beautiful calling of medicine. I’d love to hear from you. As you intentionally increase your knowledge of who God is through biblical scripture and “experiment with Him,” please send me your stories. I read every email personally, and I would love to pray with you as you continue discovering more of who He is.  …The knowledge of the Holy One is understanding. — Proverbs 9:10 (NKJV)

Have You Ever Asked God What He Wants? July 12, 2026 Have You Ever Asked God What He Wants? For years, I thought I was seeking God’s will. I prayed before difficult decisions. I asked Him to bless my work. I wanted to honor Him with my career in medicine. But looking back, I realized something surprising. Most of the time, I had already decided what I thought my life should look like. Then I asked God to bless the conclusions I had already reached. Can you relate? As healthcare professionals, we are trained to gather information, analyze it, make the best decision possible, and move forward confidently. That mindset serves us well in medicine. But what if we’ve unknowingly carried that same approach into our relationship with God? Last year, while attending a business conference, I was challenged with a question that completely changed my life: “What is my big dream according to Your will, Lord?” It seems like such a simple question. Yet I realized I had rarely asked it. Instead, I had spent years trying to figure out my purpose with my own understanding. When I finally became still and asked, God answered. Not with confusion. Not with silence. With remarkable clarity. In that moment, hope came rushing back. More importantly, I began discovering something even greater than the answer itself. I began discovering who God really is. He was no longer Someone I simply believed in. He became Someone I could actually talk with. Someone I could ask questions. Someone I could brainstorm with. Someone who wanted to partner with me in the details of everyday life—including medicine. That realization changed everything. It changed how I made decisions. It changed how I viewed my calling. It changed how I practiced medicine. And perhaps most surprisingly, it changed how I understood my own identity. I wonder how many of us are carrying burdens we were never meant to carry simply because we’ve never stopped long enough to ask God what He wants. Maybe the breakthrough you’re praying for doesn’t begin with finding another answer. Maybe it begins with asking a different question. That’s the journey we’re taking together through White Coat Revival—learning not just to work for God, but to work with Him. Let me ask you this: If God answered one question for you today with unmistakable clarity, what would you ask Him? Mine was: “What is my big dream according to Your will?” That one question changed everything in my life. Now I’d love to hear from you. Take a few moments to ask God your question. Then hit reply and tell me about it. I can’t wait to hear your story. I read every response personally, and I would be honored to join you in pray over it. Call to Me, and I will answer you, and show you great and mighty things, which you do not know. — Jeremiah 33:3 (NKJV)

Hope Is Rising in Healthcare July 5, 2026 Hope Is Rising in Healthcare As we celebrate America’s 250th birthday this weekend, I’m reminded that one of our nation’s greatest freedoms is the freedom to answer a calling. Every physician, nurse, therapist, paramedic, pharmacist, dentist, athletic trainer, technician, and healthcare professional entered medicine because something deep within you said, “This is what I was created to do.” Yet somewhere along the way, many have become exhausted, discouraged, and burdened by a version of medicine that looks very different from the one they dreamed of serving. If that describes you, I want you to hear this: Your purpose still matters. This Fourth of July, our family built a White Coat Revival parade float to honor every healthcare professional in our community. The float featured a giant white coat surrounding a glowing red heart that reminds us all that the heart of medicine, which is YOU, has never been a system—it has always been the child of God wearing the white coat. The song we played was “Fight Song” by Rachel Platten because I believe it’s time to fight—not with anger or division—but for the calling God placed on your life. Fight for compassionate, purpose-filled medicine. Fight for hope. Fight for the freedom to practice as the healer God created you to become. Additionally, on Wednesday this week, I spent seven hours watching GoldCare’s national healthcare webinar led by Dr. Simone Gold. Listening to physicians and leaders discuss practical ways to restore healthcare reminded me that there are many people across our nation working toward meaningful change. It left me encouraged that there are real momentum and renewed hope for the future of medicine. Feel free to check out the recording of the webinar here: https://app.goldcare.com/live As I listened to Dr. Gold and her amazing speakers, I couldn’t help but think: God is moving in great acceleration! He is awakening hearts. He is restoring purpose. He is bringing together people who have been praying for healthcare to become what they always believed it could be. Between the White Coat Revival parade float honoring those who answered the calling into medicine in my little community in Munds Park, Arizona, and the many voices working to restore healthcare across America, I believe one thing with all my heart: Hope is rising. Together, let’s restore the heart of medicine and continue to steer medicine back on the path God intended it to be. Thank you for answering your calling! America is a better place because of the sacrifice you have made to care for those in your community!  Therefore, my beloved brethren, be steadfast, immovable, always abounding in the work of the Lord, knowing that your labor is not in vain in the Lord. — 1 Corinthians 15:58 (NKJV)

Hanging on to the Truth of God When the Facts Tell a Different Story June 28, 2026 Hanging on to the Truth of God When the Facts Tell a Different Story One question has been occupying my mind lately. As the founder of White Coat Revival, people often ask me how I reconcile the hope woven throughout my messages with the reality of what they—or someone they love—is facing medically. How can I talk about being a vessel for complete healing in partnership with God when the diagnosis, the scans, the laboratory results, and the prognosis seem to tell a completely different story? My answer usually begins with another question. How do we hold tightly to the Truth of God while honestly acknowledging the medical facts before us? Every clinician has experienced it. A patient presents with symptoms. The laboratory results return with answers. Imaging confirms the suspected diagnosis. The evidence continues to accumulate, providing countless explanations for why the patient is suffering. Medicine asks us to study the facts. And it should. Facts matter. But I’ve found myself asking… Should the facts become the final authority over what I expect God can do? No. Not according to Scripture. I believe Jesus took upon Himself the sin of the world, and that includes the curse of disease. When I study the Gospels, I see disease, illness, and infirmity continually yielding in the presence of God. Jesus demonstrated this over and over again. So how do we live in the tension between these two realities? We are called to study the visible world through medical science while, as believers, simultaneously surrendering to the invisible Truth of God. The facts help me understand the current condition.  The Truth of God shapes my expectation for what is still possible. Those are not opposing ideas. In fact, I believe they belong together. One without the other leaves us with an incomplete calling. As medical professionals, we should pursue excellence in science, diagnostics, and clinical reasoning. We never ignore what is before us. Denying the facts is just as limiting as denying God’s Truth. But we also don’t have to surrender our hope to what we currently see and factually know. Perhaps this is one of the greatest invitations for those of us working in medicine. To become people who can look honestly at every fact without allowing those facts to diminish our confidence in God. Before our daughter was miraculously healed, we lived in this tension for years before we ever recognized these as two distinct paths. We valued the diagnostic answers. We were grateful for a pharmaceutical solution that helped her. Yet every day for more than nine years, her medicine bottle and syringe sat in a small medicine cup on our kitchen counter. Written on the side of that cup were these words: “Lord, we pray this medicine is a blessing to Deonna, and we know You are her Healer.” We prayed those words every time we administered her medicine. Throughout those nine years, we couldn’t explain why we felt compelled to write them on that cup or speak them aloud. Looking back, I now realize God was teaching us something long before He gave me the words to share it with others. We were holding tightly to the Truth of God while honestly acknowledging the medical facts and respecting the science before us. I invite you to spend a few quiet moments with God this week. Ask Him to remind you of times when you held onto His Truth while faithfully respecting the facts before you. Then ask Him to reveal any places where the facts may have quietly become the final authority instead of His Truth. I’d love to hear your stories. Imagine a world where you and your colleagues practiced medicine this way. Where facts inform your decisions, but Truth shapes your expectations. I can imagine it. In fact, I believe that is God’s design for those He has called into medicine—to become vessels who acknowledge the facts while never losing sight of His Truth. Can you imagine it too?  For we walk by faith, not by sight [living our lives in a manner consistent with our confident belief in God’s promises] — 2 Corinthians 5:7 (AMP)

I Think God Was Partnering with Me All Along June 21, 2026 I Think God Was Partnering with Me All Along This week, I was on a podcast and during our conversation I ended up recalling a story from almost 15 years ago. I just have to share this with you. A lady came into my sports medicine practice, and when I met her, she was very confident that I could help her. She had heard about me and knew that this was the place she needed to be. She was more confident than I was. During her initial assessment, she described a traumatic back injury she sustained in a horseback racing accident the year before. As I was listening to her, I was doubting that I could help her. The back was not my specialty and was one of my least favorite parts of the body to work on at the time. But because of her confidence in the way she spoke to me about how she located me and my clinic, I leaned in a little more instead of referring her away. I wanted so badly to help her. My heart ached for her long journey and her desire to fully recover. As I listened to her describe numerous doctor visits, therapy appointments, and countless treatments over the past year with minimal recovery, I could tell she refused to accept that prognosis over her life. I truly wanted to help her. I wanted her to be completely healed, healthy, and whole—to return to horseback racing someday and live a pain-free life. I remember sitting there as she was speaking, thinking I have no idea what to do, but for some reason I also thought I’d take a chance at helping her. As I started treatment, which included various manual therapy techniques to address extensive scar tissue, misaligned vertebrae, and muscle imbalances, a weird thing happened to me… Even though I felt like I had no clue exactly what to do, it was as if my hands knew more than my mind did. I remember only a couple of physical therapy sessions in, this patient reported feeling remarkably better. She was so grateful. To be honest, I didn’t fully understand why what I was doing was working so well. I knew the science. I knew anatomy. I knew manual therapy. But I couldn’t explain where the confidence, the intuition, or the treatment progression was coming from. I remember joking a little bit with my colleagues and said, “I guess I’ll fake it till I make it with confidence. I must have taken an exam on that in college, and now it’s just coming into practice.” What I didn’t know back then was that God was partnering with me. Unfortunately, I didn’t give Him the credit. I wish I had. I didn’t consciously invite Him to co-labor with me like I teach now. I didn’t know to ask Him for wisdom in the exam room. But I do know this: I loved. I chose to love my neighbor the way Jesus describes in the Good Samaritan parable. I wasn’t the back expert. The back was one of my least favorite areas to treat. I was a knee specialist. Ninety percent of my patients were ACL reconstruction cases and virtually none were back patients. But I didn’t let fear stop me. I didn’t let my area of expertise become a boundary to compassion. I now believe that when I chose love over fear, God stepped in and filled the gaps in my experience. He led me through every bit of that treatment protocol. Within only a few months, this patient was 100 percent pain free, had her range of motion restored, stability where stability was needed, and mobility where mobility was needed. I still remember this patient reaching out to me a couple of years later, tears of gratitude in her voice, to tell me she had just delivered a healthy baby, naturally. She told me she was overwhelmed with gratitude because, a few years earlier, multiple medical professionals had told her that her back injury was so severe she would likely never safely carry a child—let alone give birth. But after those few months of treatment together, she regained her strength and abilities. She returned to the life she thought she had lost. And she was holding her healthy baby in her arms. I now wonder if God’s healing power was flowing through my hands and I didn’t even recognize it. How did this woman go from being told she likely couldn’t safely carry a child to giving birth to a healthy baby? I don’t know all the answers. But I do now know this: God was there. I was in position. And somehow, in ways I didn’t understand at the time, He partnered with me. I wish I knew God back then like I do now. I would have shouted it from the rooftops! Maybe that’s why He’s bringing this memory back to me now. Now that I have been intentionally partnering with God and learning who He is and who I am through Him, I look back on this memory differently. I believe that patient was healed because I was willing to be in position and God filled in everything I lacked. He filled in where I wasn’t yet experienced. His will of healing this patient’s back happened because I chose to love instead of fear. This patient’s life trajectory was changed because God led me and I was willing to say yes. I went to church every Sunday, I loved Jesus, but I had no idea God would work through me back then. I did not give Him the glory back then. But, now I know that was all God. I just had to be willing to love “my neighbor” as Jesus describes in the Good Samaritan parable. I chose to love my patient (my neighbor). I brought the training and experience I had, and God

Love Cancels Fear June 14, 2026 Love Cancels Fear “There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear…” — 1 John 4:18 NIV A couple years ago, during prayer, God showed me something that I haven’t been able to stop thinking about since. He showed me three spirits that seem to operate throughout healthcare environments more than we probably realize: fear, pride, and mammon. Fear whispers, “What if it’s worse than I think?” Pride says, “I don’t need help.” Mammon says, “This will cost too much.” I recalled years ago when one of my employees from my sports medicine clinic experienced one of the most heartbreaking days of her life. I will never forget that day. Her father had been battling what everyone thought was a bad winter cold or flu. His wife urged him to go in. His children urged him to go in. But he kept putting it off. He thought he could tough it out. He didn’t want to miss work. He worried about the cost. Finally, after a couple of weeks, he agreed to go to the doctor. But first, he wanted to take a nap.…He never woke up. I’ve never forgotten that day. I still remember the call. It was devastating watching someone be so stubborn over something so preventable. That day changed my friend’s life forever. Then recently, a pediatric nurse practitioner shared another heartbreaking experience with me over a similar scenario. A mother delayed bringing her child in because of fear about cost, distrust from previous healthcare experiences, and uncertainty about what to do. She finally brought her child into the clinic, but it was too late. The child died during transport from the clinic to the hospital. And just this week, I found myself practically arguing with a dear family friend. His symptoms concerned me. I told him he needed to get evaluated. His response? “It’s just a cough.” [This is pride.] “They’ll misdiagnose me. They will just give me a medicine I don’t need.” [This is fear.] “I don’t have insurance. I can’t afford it. I need to keep working.” [This is mammon.] His excuses aligned to those three evil spirits God showed me in that vision a couple years ago: Fear. Pride. Mammon. Hearing my friend’s excuses, I could recognize and understand pride, and I could shoot that one down pretty quickly with love. I could also recognize and understand fear and could shoot that one down pretty quickly with love. Mammon was a harder one for me to recognize. But, I now recognized it. As I spoke with my friend, I now realized it was what Jesus referenced in Matthew 6:24, when He said, “We cannot serve two masters, for either he will hate the one and love the other, or he will be devoted to the one and despise the other.” You cannot serve God and money. The influence of the spirit of mammon was what was holding my friend from taking action. He was battling the fear of spending money / making money versus trusting God. I understood what was really driving my friend’s resistance. And instead of arguing with him, I began speaking to the spirit of mammon behind the words. I reminded him that God would provide. I reminded him that his life had value. I reminded him that getting help was not weakness. As love entered the conversation, the conversation switched to trusting God, and the defenses melted away. He went to get medical attention. After that conversation, I heard a nudge in my spirit for God saying, “How many times have you done the same thing?” Ouch. How many times have I ignored symptoms? How many times have I pushed through exhaustion? How many times have I convinced myself that I’ll deal with it later? How many times have I carried stress longer than I should have? Maybe you’ve done the same. The truth is that healthcare professionals can be some of the worst patients. We know too much. We work too much. And sometimes we trust our own judgment more than we trust the wisdom of seeking help. We tell ourselves we’re fine. We suppress symptoms. We keep working. We carry burdens that were never meant to be carried alone. And sadly, we all know where that road can lead. Burnout. Depression. Broken relationships. Even suicide. The same fear, pride, and mammon affecting our patients often affect us too. As I’ve sat with all of this, God has shown me something else. The answer isn’t trying harder. The answer isn’t becoming tougher. The answer isn’t forcing ourselves to be more compassionate. The answer is love. Not our love. His. Because if perfect love depended on us, we would run out of it very quickly. Some days you may walk into a patient encounter tired. Some days frustrated. Some days distracted. Some days carrying your own concerns. But Jesus never asked me to manufacture His love. He simply asked us to carry it. I have noticed, time and time again, when I surrender my striving and simply partner with Him, something changes.   I stop seeing a difficult patient or friend. I start seeing a scared person.   I stop hearing disrespect. I start hearing fear.   I stop focusing on their resistance. I start seeing someone God desperately loves.   That changes everything. Compassion shows up. Patience shows up. Hope shows up. The atmosphere changes. Not because I became more capable, but because I became more surrendered. As healthcare professionals, we have an incredible opportunity every single day. We can become patient advocates who stand in the gap and bring glimpses of Heaven into the exam room. Love restores trust. Love helps people feel seen. Love interrupts fear. Love changes atmospheres.   When we partner with Jesus, His love begins to flow through us. And where His love flows, fear begins to lose its grip. Patients feel it. Families feel it. Even we feel it.   So maybe

Cheers to Summer! Embracing a New Season June 7, 2026 Cheers to Summer! Embracing a New Season Cheers to summer! I love summer! I’ve always eagerly awaited the summer season and I’m sure many of you have too. I love the extra hours of sunlight. I love the outdoor activities, the picnics, the parades, the lawn games, the beach, the mountains, and the extra minutes in the day to enjoy the presence of my kids at home. I especially love the slower pace. I grew up on a farm where every season was distinctly different. Summer wasn’t a vacation season—it was a work season. I spent my summers working in the fields, baling hay (oh, that was a lot of work!), picking sweet corn (and eating plenty of it too), mowing acres and acres of grass, and soaking up sunshine and replenishing some good vitamin D3 along the way. By the end of summer, I usually had a pretty good tan, strong muscles, and a deep appreciation for hard work. My summers looked very different from the summers my children experience today. They get vacation…not hard work. But I truly did love every minute of my childhood. Looking back, I realize those years taught me something important. Life was organized around seasons. Every season had a purpose. Every season required something different. And every season eventually gave way to the next. That lesson followed me throughout life. Sports reinforced that lesson. One season was tennis. Another was basketball. Another was track. Then came seven years of college, where I eagerly counted down the days until summer break. When I eventually owned my sports medicine clinic, I noticed the same rhythm. Even the athletes and injuries I treated changed with the seasons. And now, living in Arizona, I’ve watched yet another summer rhythm emerge. The temperatures rise, people leave town, business slows down, and the pace of life seems to soften. The Bible mentions seasons quite often. There is something beautiful about the way God works through seasons. Nature reminds us of this truth every year. Winter gives way to spring. Spring blossoms into summer. Summer eventually yields to fall. Every season serves a purpose, and none of them are meant to last forever. The same is true in our lives. Summer is still a season my family intentionally shifts into. Each year, my husband’s business takes us from living in the city to living in a small cabin tucked away in a mountain town. It’s glorious. What began years ago as a business necessity has become one of God’s greatest gifts to our family. The slower pace creates space. Space within my mind to receive. Space to breathe and hear the birds instead of traffic. Space to reconnect with God’s plans and purpose. Space to rest—not to be lazy, but to learn how to work from rest instead of striving. Most importantly, space to hear God’s voice more clearly. Today, summer is no longer simply a season we enter because work requires it. It has become an intentional season we protect. We schedule for it. We prepare for it. We value it. Because restoration does not happen by accident. As I reflect on this summer, I find myself thinking about the summer solstice—the longest day of the year, when the sun reaches its highest point in the sky and the earth experiences its greatest light. Creation itself reveals something powerful. The sun is not striving harder on the solstice. It doesn’t work overtime to produce more light. It is simply occupying the position God designed it to hold. What a beautiful picture for our own lives. So many people spend their days striving, pushing, worrying, and wondering if they are doing enough. Yet God is not asking us to manufacture growth through effort alone. He is inviting us into a new season. Summer is the season when what has been growing beneath the surface begins to become visible. Seeds mature. Fruit ripens. What was hidden begins to emerge into the light. Perhaps this summer is God’s invitation into a new season. A season where clarity replaces confusion. A season where truth becomes easier to discern. A season where you stop shrinking back and allow the light God placed within you to shine more brightly. A season where the fruit of years of prayer, growth, and obedience begins to become visible. Most importantly, a season where you stop striving and fully occupy the place God has appointed for you. Maybe you need to hear this today: You are not late. God has not forgotten you. Your season has an appointed unfolding. So don’t rush past your summer because you’re already worried about winter. Receive the season. Schedule restoration. Protect time with those you love. Create space to hear God’s voice. Allow His light to shine into every area of your life. My prayer for you this summer is simple:   May the light of God rise high over your life.   May clarity replace confusion.   May warmth return to places that have felt cold.   May your strength increase without striving.   May joy mature within you like fields ready for harvest.   And may the fruit God has been cultivating quietly within you become visible for His glory and for the blessing of those around you. Embrace the season. Receive the light. And let it shine!! “There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear…” — 1 John 4:18 NIV

What If Your Job Isn’t to Fix People? May 31, 2026 What If Your Job Isn’t to Fix People? One of the most surprising things God has ever asked me to repent of wasn’t a sin I could easily identify. It was my desire to help people. At least, what I thought was helping. For years, when someone shared a struggle, I naturally began looking for solutions. If I could see a better path for them, I wanted to show it to them. If I knew a truth from Scripture that might help them avoid pain, I wanted to share it. The motivation wasn’t wrong. The method was. What I didn’t recognize at the time was how much of those conversations were being driven by my own will. I wanted to make life easier for people. I wanted them to avoid unnecessary suffering. I wanted them to see what I could see. I wanted to rescue them. Yet many of those interactions left me frustrated. I would leave conversations thinking: Why don’t they see it? Why don’t they make a different choice? Why are they continuing down a path that is clearly hurting them? There was very little peace in those moments. Over time, God began showing me something I had never considered. I was trying to do a job that belonged to Him. The change didn’t happen overnight, but gradually I stopped entering conversations looking for what needed to be fixed. Instead, I started listening. Really listening. Not listening for the opening where I could insert a teaching point. Not listening for the opportunity to offer a quick solution. Not listening for the moment I could explain what they should do differently. Just listening. Something unexpected happened. The pressure disappeared. The conversations became lighter. People opened up more and led me to a conversation I did not plan to have. And often, in the middle of a conversation, a thought would come to my mind. Not a sermon. Not a correction. Just a simple sentence or a question, an observation, or a perspective they had never considered before. I began to notice that those small moments often carried more impact than all the advice I could have prepared ahead of time. These were small seeds and not an entire fruit tree dropped into someone’s life all at once. Just a simple, small seed. Something almost invisible that might seem insignificant in the moment. Yet something that stirs within them and begins to grow. I began to realize that my job was simply to plant the seed. God was responsible for everything that came after. I heard lyrics in a song that said something like, we plant the seeds and then God’s the one holding the watering can. We are just called to plant the seeds. He is the one that grows them into a life of beautiful and plentiful fruit. The more I reflected on that lesson, the more I realized it applies just as much in the exam room as it does in everyday life. As healthcare providers, we spend our days helping people. We help them navigate uncertainty. We help them understand their options. We help them make decisions that may improve their health and quality of life. We educate. We guide. We coach. We explain. But if we’re honest, some of the most difficult and challenging patient interactions happen when we meet a patient who isn’t doing what we believe they should be doing. The patient who continues smoking. The patient who doesn’t take the medication. The patient who refuses lifestyle changes. The patient who keeps returning with the same problem. It’s easy to feel responsible for changing them. It’s easy to believe that if we could just explain it one more way, maybe this time something would click. But most patients don’t need another lecture. Many already know what they should do. What they need first is to feel seen. To feel heard. To know they matter. They need someone who brings a posture of listening and a heart that seeks to understand their story. I’ve come to believe that one of the greatest gifts we can bring into any conversation—whether with a patient, a friend, a family member, or a stranger—is not our ability to share profound wisdom — but instead our ability to carry God’s presence. Presence brings peace. Presence listens. Presence creates room for people to think, reflect, and hear what God may already be speaking to their hearts. And when God chooses to use us, He often doesn’t ask us to deliver a lengthy message. Sometimes He gives us a single sentence, question, word of encouragement, or a perspective that plants a seed. Then He asks us to trust Him with the outcome and the timeline of that outcome. The older I get, the more convinced I am that people are rarely transformed because someone told them what to do. They are transformed when they encounter love, peace, and the presence of God. Perhaps that is why Jesus was so effective. Before He taught people, they experienced Him. Before they understood truth, they encountered love. Before their lives changed, they were seen. As I’ve reflected on my own journey, I’ve realized this may have been the repentance God was inviting me into all along: To stop carrying responsibility for changing people. To stop striving. To stop leading with my own agenda. Because we are not called to be the source. We are called to be the vessel and to bring His presence. We plant the seeds. God does the growing. I planted, Apollos watered, but God gave the growth. So neither he who plants nor he who waters is anything, but only God who gives the growth. He who plants and he who waters are one, and each will receive his wages according to his labor. For we are God’s fellow workers. You are God’s field, God’s building. — 1 Corinthians 3:6-9 ESV

The Most Healing Thing You Bring into the Room May Be Peace May 24, 2026 The Most Healing Thing You Bring into the Room May Be Peace Recently, I was at an appointment when I witnessed something that caught my attention. A patient came into the clinic visibly anxious. Their breathing was shallow. Their words were rushed. You could feel the fear before a single word was even spoken. And yet something remarkable happened. As I sat there quietly praying for them, I asked God’s peace to fill the room and calm whatever burden they were carrying. Within minutes, the patient’s entire body changed. Their shoulders relaxed. Their breathing slowed. Their nervous system settled. Peace entered the room before medicine ever did. It reminded me of something God has continued showing me throughout this White Coat Revival journey: Healing is not only found in procedures, medications, or answers. And authority does not only come from the person in charge. It comes from the Creator who is in charge. Sometimes the most healing thing we can bring into the room is peace. Jesus said in John 14:27, “Peace I leave with you; My peace I give you.” Not the world’s peace. His peace. Patients often remember how your presence made them feel long after they forget your words. In healthcare, it becomes easy to believe our greatest value comes from productivity, speed, or having all the answers. But often, the person in front of us simply needs someone grounded enough to carry calm into their storm. Your presence matters. The way you enter a room matters. The way you slow down matters. The peace you carry matters. I was simply another person sitting in the waiting room that day, yet the presence of God within us has the power to shift the atmosphere around us wherever we go. Every moment, you have the opportunity to radiate peace. Because healing often begins the moment someone feels safe, seen, and no longer alone. Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. — John 14:27a NIV   Now may the Lord of peace himself give you peace at all times and in every way. The Lord be with all of you. — 2 Thessalonians 3:16 NIV

I don’t wear a white coat. Now what? May 17, 2026 I don’t wear a white coat. Now what? Recently, I had a conversation that touched my heart. A woman reached out to me asking if I had any advice for her daughter, who is a nurse. She told me her daughter is beyond burned out. Frustrated. Exhausted. Disconnected from the very profession she once loved. The mother had recommended that her daughter read White Coat Revival, hoping it would encourage her. But her daughter responded, “Mom…I don’t wear a white coat. I never had a white coat ceremony. And I sure don’t have any authority in my work as a nurse. Why would I read that book?” When I heard those words, my heart broke. Because somewhere along the way, many incredible healthcare professionals began believing the lie that their value, authority, or calling is tied to a title, a ceremony, or a piece of clothing. But the White Coat Revival was never simply about fabric. And while the white coat absolutely represents years of sacrifice, education, responsibility, and dedication within medicine, the message of this book was never meant to stop there. The book was written for the healer beneath the coat. It was written to reach the child of God within every person called into the work of healing and caring for others. Because long before medicine gave you a title, God gave you a calling. Scripture reminds us in 1 Corinthians 12 that the body has many parts, and every part matters. One part cannot function fully without the others. Medicine was always designed to work the same way. The physician. The nurse. The physical therapist. The EMT. The chiropractor. The radiology technician. The nutritionist. The medical assistant. We are all part of the body working together. And as children of God, every one of us is called to carry His love into places that desperately need healing. In fact, healing was never commissioned only to people inside medicine. Jesus commissioned all to heal the sick, not just medically trained people. That means your authority does not come from wearing a white coat. Your authority comes from being a child of God willing to say yes to serving others with love, wisdom, compassion, excellence, and obedience to the calling placed on your life. This message belongs to every person called into the work of healing. One of the greatest tragedies in healthcare today is not just burnout. It’s the belief that what you do does not matter. But heaven sees you differently. The quiet compassion of a nurse matters. The calming presence of an EMT matters. The therapist helping someone walk again matters. The technician who brings peace into chaos matters. You matter. And this movement is for you too. Because before medicine can fully heal again, the hearts of the healers must be restored too. Maybe someone came to mind while reading this. A coworker. A nurse. A therapist. A clinician quietly carrying exhaustion behind a smile. Remind them they matter too, because we are all called to be vessels for healing. And we were never meant to carry the burden alone. For just as each of us has one body with many members, and these members do not all have the same function. Romans 12:4–5 NIV