Hi, I’ m 37 billion miles of DNA Strand

daily goal: accept Christ, listen, live as if death is imminent, and sing loud the love waves created between my two temples ❤️🏹❤️

it is so difficult to do so in this earthly skin and flesh.  so i will keep praying, falling forward, learning, loving, forgiving, moving.   

i’ve met many a man who accepted Christ within the hour of their last breath.   

one hour of light far surpasses the worth of a lifetime in the dimly lit cave.  

i once knew one of the most dear souls who a few months prior to passing hit a hole-in-one worth $50,000.  

a gift from God before passing.  another  legacy and remembrance that lives far beyond the heart beat, and one found in the ‘ting’ of every swing.  

Jesus is the only one who knows our heart, and He wants to see what we do with what’s been provided long ago.  He is patient, and timing is everything.   

an offer to meet all of your heart, all of your soul, and all of your mind.   

you’ve received a blessing.   will you 

tell us a parable or keep it all for yourself?   the meek and poor in spirit are a car horn honk away.  

what goes in our ears sticks on our souls and comes out of our hearts and mouths.  the sound of nature, the sound of music.  

the rustle of the leaves, the strumming of the strings, the sound of the ring dissipating under a shady juniper tree. 

He wants our time.  to be still, alone, together.  that’s the true tithing.  Jesus doesn’t want your money, that’s one thing church is for.   

most will deny their hearts calling. the loud chant that is waiting to explode from the burning star within you.  the power beyond a quasar, the birth of your new galaxy.  

we brush it off like a common fly who’s simply saying hi.  then all of a sudden.  boom.  you’re called. 

what do you do?

do you say sorry i don’t have the time?  i would but, but, but…..or do you become still, quiet, and listen?  listen.  then respond accordingly.  go.  

the wilderness will help you find Jesus in everything.  each time one moves above the mycelium, the bullseye grows exponentially.   you get to throw the dart, aiming for the things that you fear.   

if you do, consistently,  that moment  where anxiety about an uncontrollable future and illusion filled past, slips down the slippery slope into the depths of darkness.  

every thing will work itself out if you are the sheep in the flock others want to emulate and improve upon, with the Lion at the helm.   

your intention creates the world around you, and planning your future based on time is futile, selfish, and simply, boring.   

you’re offered forgiveness.  when usually it’s rebuke.  and it goes against the grain of sand on a desert sand verbena.  

because it isn’t of an earthly origin.  it comes from beyond the veil, the rifts, a part of all the light we can not see.

there is a path.  and it was created just for you.  and only you.   and you are more loved right now than you have ever been.   

so what are you waiting for?

the more you keep trying to change alone,

the more things stay the same under this big blue double upside down dome.  

sometimes we are sprinting. sometimes sitting in quiet solitude.   sometimes tasting our salty and slow tears.  

sometimes we simply survive by getting in the living river, letting the current flow all around us, taking us where we need to go.  

there is always a hand on the shore reaching out to help.  always.  all ways.   reaching out from within.  

most veer off their path, and start to feel lost.  confused.  anxious.   everything becomes overwhelming.  unbelievably overwhelming.  

is it possible to wake up with unsurpassed peace and joy every morning?  or is that a fairytale read in books written by over 40 authors and over a timeline plans can’t contend with?

or is the purpose of being on earth to create and authentically manifest a relationship with our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ?  

you only know when the invite is received and you break through the earthly wall and get bloodied, leaving behind a hole in a wall with fragments of light shining through.   

you’re old shadow finally left behind.  

at certain moments and angles, it’s so bright one can’t stop staring, and must look away at the same time.  no more unknowns. no more darkness.  a new end,  a new beginning.  

and when you arrive, it feels like the starting gates all over again.  but this time everything is new, and the nano becomes normal, and .0001% moves four decimals to the right.  

and although deep in your soul you’ve always wanted to get to this place.  you only know once you are there.  and then in a lightning flash, the journey begins anew.  

on earth it is through pain we reach peace.  we leave our deepest roots in hell in order to reach the highest heights of the heavens.  

so let’s move our two feet, love our genuine selves, sing and dance, and ask for a partner when we need it, and give hugs freely.  

let us rid our mind of all the obstacles we focus on to get us where we need to go.  those dark ice patches that become so slippery we end up freezing in confusion.  

this leads many to begin to scroll with their thumbs unconsciously up and down, forgetting we are supposed to look at the moon, not our fingertip.  

can you feel the tides inside you turning?  can you hear the birds calling?  can you find the feathers falling?   do you feel the chants of the Holy Spirit?  

the origin story of our entire existence and all we thought we knew is being rewritten in the darkest parts of our universe, the 90%.  an unfolding.  shedding the dark layers to uncover the beginning of our new path.  

His plan.   

the time to simultaneously shed more than we build, deep inside our hearts, our souls, and our minds, and reconnect with our neighbors.  

follow the heavens above, ask for your sins to be sent to hell below.  rewrite your own origin story, and finally be the character others want to emulate and improve upon.  

do your duty and be who you are created to be.  you received your unicorn horn on the day you were born, the path laid out on a timeline of no human comprehension.   

who is the author of your story?  

He is calling the lost souls home to break down the wall.   

where are the lost souls? 

through tempests wild, and whispers soft and still, His grace endures, in the beacon on the hill.

Amen.

If we find ourselves with a desire that nothing in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that we were made for another world - C.S. Lewis 

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LAMEDH

Your word, O LORD, is everlasting; 

it is firmly fixed in the heavens.

Your faithfulness continues through all generations; 

You established the earth, and it endures.

Your ordinances stand to this day,f

for all things are servants to You.

If Your law had not been my delight, 

then I would have perished in my affliction.

I will never forget Your precepts, 

for by them You have revived me.

I am Yours; save me, 

for I have sought Your precepts.

The wicked wait to destroy me, 

but I will ponder Your testimonies.

I have seen a limit to all perfection, 

but Your commandment is without limit.

Psalm 119: 89-96