Scott, reading this moved me in that deep, body-level way where the truth of someone’s experience rises off the page. What you lived through wasn’t just a professional crisis. It was a reckoning of identity, conviction, family, and faith. I felt the cost in every line. I also felt the devotion that kept you going when most people would have folded.

The rawness of your journal entry feels less like chaos and more like a man standing inside the eye of the storm doing the best he could to serve when everything around him was breaking. That matters. And the honesty about fear, guilt, and love only makes it more human, more courageous.

Thank you for letting us see where the story really began to shift. It takes a different kind of strength to look back at the moments that nearly broke you and share them so openly. I’m grateful you’re still here, still writing, still answering in your own way the call that changed your life.