May 16, 2026

After visiting all 7 continents and traveling over 120,000 nautical miles our journey that began on January 3, 2024, is coming to an end. I am certainly in a reflective mood.

To my dear wife, you have been my compass. Your ever-present love and confidence in me were the inspiration for this navigation. There is no one in the world that I prefer to be with than you. I love you beyond words.

I want to thank our entire family. Every journey begins with a first step, and your support gave us permission to take it.

I want to share my gratitude with Dr. Richard Pratt and the incredible Marcia Southland who managed all the logistical coordination for our charitable partnerships during this journey.

To those who traveled with us from the beginning and the many new friends who joined us along the way I appreciate your many comments that shaped the 231 blogs that preceded this one.

Writing is how I make sense of the world. I don’t flatter myself to believe that the world needs another scribbler opining. And yet, I persist.

I am a person of faith, so my views are going to reflect that world view. If my perspectives have seemed too “preachy” it is because I always try and share the good news as I see it.

There are two questions that I have been asked most throughout this journey.

“Why do you travel so much”?

The answer to that one is easy for me to answer. I believe that we’re all at our best when we feel as though we’re contributing to the larger good through efforts we enjoy doing. What really makes you happy? What fills your heart with the deepest sense of meaning and purpose. Do those things. Increasing our charitable giving through social impact ventures on a global level makes Chongae and I happy. That’s why we do it.

“Don’t you miss home”?

Here is what I know. God does not try and find us. He already knows where we are. Instead, He goes with us as we find ourselves. I also believe that tomorrow is not something to wait for it is something to reshape.

I have learned a long time ago that home doesn’t always sit in one place, sometimes it follows you, who you are with, where you rest your head and next morning’s sunrise. Overtime the location becomes blurred. You stop checking your watch, you stop asking the time zone because eventually it doesn’t matter where you are it matters who you are.

Maybe, most beautifully, home becomes clearer the further you are from it. When you’re away long enough, home stops being a set of coordinates but starts being a feeling. A chance to love home not by being there but noticing its shape in its absence.

I have always thought what a shame it would be if we were waiting for God to say something while He’s been waiting on us to do something. He has always spoken to me the loudest on the way. Simply put, if I wanted more faith, I needed to do more of His stuff. Jesus never asked anyone to play it safe. Jesus said: “Foxes have dens and birds have nests, but the Son of Man has no place to lay his head.” “My kingdom is not of this world.” I, too, believe my identity and “home” are not rooted in earthly or geographic belonging.

The stories of our life are not just passed down sometimes they are picked up along the way. The past isn’t just what happened it is what we choose to remember. It’s what we choose to retell and sometimes it is what our memories choose to recall over time. Travel has afforded me a lifetime of memories.

I believe that the simplest shared experiences usually lead to the strongest connections. Maybe the memories we least expect to be significant are the ones that impact us the most.

Simply, stated my home is where my heart is.

And as always,

Thanks for traveling with us.