Micah's ongoing blog — honest reflections on grief, faith, fatherhood, and healing.
On the second anniversary of my son's murder, the command to not grieve — for the joy of the Lord is your strength — becomes the fuel that keeps me standing. A SOAP devotional on Nehemiah 8:10.
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As I read through Ezekiel, God keeps prompting me to use AI to illustrate His visions and multiply my impact for the Kingdom. A SOAP devotional on Ezekiel 12 and the Parable of the Talents.
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On the eve of the two-year anniversary of my son's murder, a command to rejoice feels impossible — but Paul wrote it from a prison cell. A SOAP devotional on Philippians 4:4, Proverbs 4:23, and anchoring joy in Christ.
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A sermon on true joy, an AI-generated smiling Jesus, and Ezekiel's unglamorous calling — a SOAP devotional on John 15, Ezekiel 2 and 4, and detaching joy from worldly metrics.
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A Christian business golf outing at Innisbrook, a friend's painful domestic struggles, and the realization that AI is a tool, not the Holy Spirit — a SOAP devotional on Lamentations, Romans 5, and submitting our ministries to true spiritual covering.
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On the day my son's murderer is sentenced, a shower epiphany replaced my desire for vengeance with a prayer for his salvation — and a 173-day Bible reading plan landed squarely on Cash's life verse, Jeremiah 29:13.
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The sentencing hearing for the man who murdered my son, the pit of grief, and the sobering realization that peptides and discipline cannot heal a shattered soul — only God can pull me out. A SOAP devotional on Jeremiah 48 and Psalm 28.
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A missing dental crown, lightning rolling over the Gulf, and noticing a cross formed in the shadow above the statue of Jesus on my balcony — a reflection on Jeremiah 39, Psalm 26, and God testing our hearts.
Read more →At an Empire of the Sun concert, the soundtrack of Cash's life broke me — and the lyric 'Are you gonna leave me now?' hit the deepest nerve in my soul. A SOAP devotional on Galatians 5, the war between flesh and Spirit, and surrendering guilt to God.
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A reflection on Jeremiah 31, Rachel weeping for her children, the prison of grief, and how Cash's constant reminders to wash my hands pointed to the clean hands and pure heart God requires.
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A lifetime of just missing the mark — from the pole vault to bankruptcy to the murder of my son. The end of striving and the beginning of surrender. A SOAP devotional on Galatians 5 and Matthew 16.
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A 7:57 AM Cash wink, a second night of sleep, watching The Case for Christ, and treating God like a vending machine — a reflection on Psalm 22, Jeremiah 25, and radical obedience.
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A reflection on caring for my 72-year-old dad with Parkinson's, Jeremiah 18, being clay in the Potter's hands, and letting God reshape our desires.
Read more →On September 11th, a reflection on national tragedy, the four destroyers of personal loss, and the promise of Jeremiah 17 — a tree planted by the water that never fails to bear fruit.
Read more →A 5:05 AM wake-up, a paid-off $75,000 loan, eagles taunting the osprey, and the heavy “what ifs” of grief — a reflection on Jeremiah, endurance, and releasing regret to God.
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The Lord woke me up at 4:04 AM with clarity on two upcoming book titles and a burden to expose the manifested lie of metaphysical sorcery by reinstating the holy fear of the Lord.
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A Labor Day weekend with a dear friend, a bad Kid Rock tribute band, and the sobering realization that it is not my job to save anyone — I am simply a servant of God.
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A heavy, revealing week of doctors, an MRI showing a neck bulge, a God-ordained collision, and the promise of Isaiah 61: a crown of beauty instead of ashes and a double portion instead of shame.
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A reflection on Isaiah 47, the curse of manifestation and metaphysical sorcery, and the 12-year-old boys — Cash and Terry — who stood for biblical truth when I was blind to it.
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Today is September 1st, the month in which Cash was murdered. A reflection on dread, physical healing, a $75,000 debt breakthrough, and the divine power that provides everything we need for a godly life.
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Two years ago today, I looked at my son for the last time. The calendar acts as a time machine, pulling me right back to the bottom of the pit. Some wounds simply do not close on this side of eternity.
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When the tailwind of God's favor hits my business and personal life, my fleshly response is often arrogance. A reflection on Isaiah 39, Hezekiah's pride, and worshiping God in both the highs and the lows.
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Woke up at 4:00 AM again with scattered thoughts, heavy Isaiah readings, and a surprise from God about how to honor the anniversary of Cash's murder on September 30th — a thorn-crowned screensaver of Christ.
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On a strict fast, a credit card's expiring promotional APR threatens anxiety — but God's love endures forever and His faithfulness continues through all generations.
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For three days in a row, my eyes have opened in the 4:00 AM hour. This morning, the clock read exactly 4:34 AM — the area code of Lynchburg, Virginia. A reflection on grief, the 'what ifs,' and the Day of Hate.
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Sitting out on the balcony at 4:00 a.m., struck by the sheer magnitude of God's goodness. A reflection on the cedars of Lebanon, the oaks of Bashan, and the deep roots God grows after He cuts down the toxic stumps of our past.
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I woke up today at exactly 4:44 a.m. A divine interruption, a fast, and a reflection on the Song of Solomon's warning not to rush love — and the quiet thermostat peace I shared with my son, Cash.
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Sleeping for ten hours is sometimes exactly the physical and spiritual reset the body demands. A reflection on Ecclesiastes 12, the conclusion of the matter, and the gift of rest.
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A reflection on Ecclesiastes, the subpoena on the kitchen counter, the trap of nostalgia, and the discipline of letting your words be few.
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To most people, the Book of Ecclesiastes is incredibly depressing. But for me, it brings a profound sense of peace — the raw truth of the world's wisest man, Solomon.
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As I listen to James Earl Jones narrate the Bible, I'm reminded of Cash's love for Darth Vader — and the debate about the fear of the Lord that he won. A SOAP devotional on Proverbs 9:10.
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Every day I run the bridge that sits in plain view from my balcony — a reflection on step-by-step faith, Proverbs 27:1, and trusting God one day at a time.
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A reflection on stepping out in blind faith to provide a Christian education for my son, Cash — and the glorious final year God gave us together.
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A raw reflection on how alcohol destroyed relationships, the pit of lust, and the grace of a third marriage — a reflection on Proverbs 23, Psalm 142, and God's redemptive mercy.
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August 28th marks the first Orange Out for Cash — a profound privilege to honor my son. A reflection on Proverbs, the rare jewel of wisdom, and releasing our plans to the Lord's purpose.
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A rare sunset, a flood of sirens, and the conviction to let my words bring life instead of folly — a reflection on Proverbs, grief, and the pure heart of my son, Cash.
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Today's reading in Proverbs hit me with a crushing weight. As I read through the verses warning against adultery and the traps of sexual sin, my mind immediately went to my son, Cash.
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Walking through the kitchen today, my eyes caught something completely out of place on the clean floor. It startled me for a second, so I bent down to pick it up. It was a tiny, dried-up leaf, maybe a quarter of an inch long.
Read more →What an absolute day of excitement. It started the moment I opened my eyes this morning. I woke up at exactly 6:36 a.m.—it is always my little wink that Cash is right here with me...
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I just returned home from a beautiful European cruise through Spain, Italy, and France. Unplugging was necessary, but it left me two days behind on my reading plan...
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While traveling through Italy, I spotted a carving of a sea monster on the Leaning Tower of Pisa. Thinking about ancient beasts and the Leviathan of Job 41, I am reminded that the Lord gives and takes away — praise be His name.
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Whenever I travel up to Lynchburg for the heaviest of days, Jason Cudd has been a steadfast refuge. Out of his new joy came a brilliant idea for a children's book: Hicca the Hippopotamus.
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I sat in the quiet this morning, Bible open, waiting. I have said it several times over the last few days: Lord, Your servant is listening...
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I woke up this morning with a concept burning in my mind. I am certain the Holy Spirit dropped the framework for a new book right into my lap...
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Reading through 2 Samuel 24 today, I was struck by the story of King David taking a census of his fighting men. At first glance, counting your troops seems like standard leadership...
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I remember sitting in my car May 2007, staring at a check for $120,000, and just laughing. I was marveling at how great God is...
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I woke up today with a heavy, agonizing weight on my chest. My mind was consumed by the final moments of my son's life...
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There is an ongoing debate in some church circles about whether or not a believer can be heavily oppressed or even possessed by an evil spirit...
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I woke up today with something entirely different on my mind. It's 5:30 a.m., and for the second week in a row, I am experiencing consistent sleep...
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There is a dark, agonizing place that the minds of grieving parents often go to, a place that is rarely talked about out loud...
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This is my second Father's Day without my son, Cash Gaudio. Early yesterday morning I was going through years of photos of us together...
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Listen, buddy. I'm saying this while you're fast asleep, one little hand tucked under your cheek, your hair still damp and sticking to your forehead.
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This Father's Day, I want to announce the launch of My Only Son Publishing. I created it with one goal: to publish nineteen books, one for each year of my beloved son, Cash Gaudio's life.
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