The Fence Post My Neighbor Moved Six Inches onto My Side RedeemedExistence daily devotional, October 13, 2026 I noticed it on a Saturday morning while I was dragging the trash cans back from the curb, the new fence post standing a good six inches past the old survey stake, a stake I know is accurate because I paid a surveyor two hundred dollars to confirm it when we bought the place. Six inches. Not a foot, not a property line war worth a lawyer, just six inches of grass that technically belongs to me now sitting on his side of a brand new post he installed without ever knocking on my door. I stood there with an empty trash can in each hand and felt something rise in my chest that had nothing to do with grass and everything to do with being treated like I do not matter enough to ask. I am seven years sober, and I used to settle disagreements like that one with my fists or my silence, whichever felt more satisfying in the moment. What surprised me standing at that fence line was...

The Sports Betting App I Reinstalled Last Night at 11:40 RedeemedExistence daily devotional, October 13, 2026 I deleted the app Sunday afternoon, the way I have probably a dozen times this year, pressing my thumb down on the icon until it wiggled and watching it disappear with something close to relief. By last night I had it back on my phone by 11:40, logged in, scrolling the lines on a college game I do not even follow, telling myself I was only looking, the same lie I used to tell walking into a liquor store "just to see what they had." I did not place a bet, but that is not the same thing as not being tempted. I sat there in the dark, thumb hovering, until I finally closed it and lay awake another hour, ashamed of how close eleven months of not betting had come to ending over a game I did not even care about. I am eleven months clean from gambling and nineteen years sober from drinking, and if you had told me a decade ago the drink would loosen its grip before the...