Stories, thoughts, and moments from the journey.
Written in real time, with love.
They stated their point It’s sharpness declared Rebuttals were fired They flew through the air The comeback was quick They went ear to ear Nothing was landing But insults and fear I thought for a moment Could there be more? Or maybe this fight Is all life is for We go back and forth We…
(This thought experiment works best spoken, maybe I’ll record a meditation out of it or something later) Picture this. You’re on a long straight staircase. For those of you afraid of heights go ahead and add whatever you need to make it feel safe, a railing a wall, a barrier, anything. Now imagine the staircase…
The person reading this, who is love.The person reading this, who wants God’s plan on earth.The person reading this, who wants peace.The person reading this, who wants to understand God’s love.. Right now worship of God is loud on my feeds.But the love of God is missing. You say you love the Creator,while you hate…
Can they only find their god in that book? Why are they afraid of other books? Can they not find their god there? Is their faith so fragile that reading a book might break their god? My faith was so fragile that I was able to break it myself. And then find it again. Without…
It’s the only place you will ever be. I promise you, you can try to be in the past or in the future. But when you think about where you actually are, it’s only ever right here, right now. Wanna know something even wilder? Your thoughts are not right here and right now. The moment…
If there’s a desire to write there’s words to be said. I’m not even sure if that’s true. Do those words need to be said. Does anything need to be said? If the words were said, does that mean someone needs to hear? Does anyone need to hear? What is to be heard? I speak…
But it isn’t work. Today was a wild day for me. I have not had a full day like this in a long time. Tonight was Addie’s theater banquet so I was prepping all morning for that. I did get a chance to find some time for myself. I spent about an hour this morning…
Okay, let’s try this. Let’s just write. The words here are just going to be flowing as I type. I constantly double-check what I’m saying and am never confident in my wording, so that’s what I need. No ChatGPT, it’s me. The power is in my words. I remember growing up in the Baptist church.…