Moving as a kid is hard. Moving in middle school? Downright brutal. I learned that firsthand in seventh grade when my family packed up our lives and moved from the only town I’d ever known to Texas. Back home, life had been easy—I had friends, I was good at sports, and school came naturally. But then, suddenly, I was the new kid.

I never saw myself as a coupon guy. Teacher? Yep. Insurance guy? Sure. Football guy? Absolutely. But coupon guy? Not in a million years. And yet, there I was in 2009, standing in front of a room full of people, waving a mile-long grocery receipt like it was a winning lottery ticket.

But let me back up.

I’ll never forget the Christmas my dad let me drive.

My grandparents lived out in Phoenix, Arizona, for over 20 years, so every December, we’d load up the family and make the long drive from Joplin, Missouri. If you’ve ever driven that stretch, you know—miles and miles of Texas, New Mexico, and maybe a little bit of Oklahoma just for good measure. It was a journey. And every year, I’d ask my dad if I could drive. Every year, he’d say no.

We all want to know God’s will for our lives. It’s a question that lingers in our hearts as we navigate decisions, both big and small. But the truth is, understanding God's plan isn't always clear-cut, —even “deeply religious” people have a hard time listening and obeying His calling. It’s a journey that requires a posture of gratitude and humility—coming before God with a heart that says, "Lord, I will do whatever You want," and truly meaning it. Not as a bargaining chip, but as an act of surrender.