The biggest leap of faith

 Turn off your tv. Get off the Internet. Press into His Word received from above. Trust the still small voice until it becomes a chorus into your soul as loud as can possibly be imagined. Do not trust any relationship not founded upon The Rock. There is a saving salvation, and it is called relationship. HE KNOWS YOU.

Know Him back. On your knees. In your prayers and thoughts. Every single moment know that your greatest cheerleader is also your leader. Your advocate. Your mouthpiece. He leads the way, knows the way and is the way. 

I grew up thinking Yah was up there just waiting for me to screw up. Nothing is further from the truth. HE has been holding my hand this entire time in this thing I call life. There is so much ugly he continues to make beautiful in and about me. I owe him EVERYTHING!

Obey. Submit. Repent. Repeat.

Turn off your tv. Unplug. Recharge. Trust that Holy Spirit that beckons you to His Greatness. It is so good. It is a big leap of faith to say to yourself that all you need is Jesus. If there is more let me know. I am loved and wanted and needed, right where I am today. For this knowledge I am thankful. 

These are the best days of my life.

Exodus

   

    I believe that our Father places thoughts within our hearts. It is the seed and seat of ones motivation. It is not much universal as it is personal. Every morning I read The Word. It's part of my typical day. There is not a day that passes during the week where before I leave my residence I open up The Good  Book that has exposed myself and read me back. I just finished the book of Acts and it was amazing to feel like I was there. The notion was placed upon me to next travel back to the beginning of it all. The book of Exodus. What a story it has been so far.

   I think about thusfar how a man called Moses  had the divine gift to hear from Yahweh, raised by the enemy until He was called to run from his youth into a wilderness and then return to be a salvation to his roots and heritage. I cannot imagine literally audiblly hearing from our Father, and then trying to bargain with Him over semantics. However, Yah understood the man. The purpose and objectives of our Father shall be done. We are ideally powerless, without His power. He was willing to choose someone who needed someone to speak for him. Is that not what we are? Spokesman...

  It brings me a level of comfort to know that Yahweh has not hardened my heart. I have not chosen to listen in as much as He has brought me up to a point where I want and need to hear. I long to hang up on His word. It is a real thing how God chooses things and places and instances in our life where we become humble enough to hear. And to want to do that.

  I was such a stubborn child. Rebellious from birth. I am today very grateful for every difficult place and things I have experienced that has brought me to a place where I long to listen. I'm not proud of myself. I am thankful for God's amazing love. 

   

Take courage

  Goshen, Ohio 2021

    We know how His story ends, for we too are aware and awake to how this all began and why. Life on Earth that is. In my experience that life is much more spiritual than I'd ever imagined. To acknowledge His Spiritual leading is undeniable. It changes everything. A great work our Father does is replacing our fear with His faith. It will make a believer do insane things in Jesus name, for we become courageous. Willing to defend. Able. Ready.

  The turmoil going on in this world is applicable to the spiritual, for war has broken out, not on Earth, but in Heaven. There are physical manifestations to spiritual reality. Our Creator has been challenged. The reason for life is being hijacked by a lie, and this is the spiritual reach and reason of this adversary. Satan is not omnipresent. His Antichrist spirit is alive and well in the highest reaches of every not from God institution. The division has begun, and even godless humans see this. There is a sense or feeling to most that things are changing somehow. Someway.

That is a spiritual thing manifest in a physical world. I am witnessing our Father move mountains today and it doesn't surprise me. That's what He said He would do.

 

  

The gift

 

The things in life that drive us into a corner of fear; these develop courage. The root of faith is acknowledging you once did not believe.  Nobody has ever done anything to deserve to be alive. It's a gift. It's miraculous. 

  That's why faith is a gift. We can develop the courage to be a believer in Jesus, but the reason for that courage is not fully realized until the gift of faith is bestowed upon an unworthy soul. It comes from above. We deserve neither faith nor mercy. Yahweh sent Yeshua to remove the vail that the Law was. The Tutor was fully revealed at Pentecost when faith went from our works to His revealing. It became spiritual. It remains the same.

  The movement of Yah is not gonna be an internet based experience. It's resides apart from natural law. He has Always known us. It becomes the moment and following change that results when we know that HE...has known us all along. 

  I'm not worthy. I am willing. 

The Truth

I was raised in a Jehovah's Witness home. It was what defined my life back then. Being a Jehovah's Witness. I was ashamed of that at times, embarrassed even, no Holidays and being pulled out of school every time those days and times came around; knocking on doors on a Saturday morning in neighborhoods that my peers dwelt in. It made me callous to the adversity that came with that belief. However, I was certain that my folks and by proxy me, were the only ones that had the truth. It was many times worth the struggle and contempt, because when Armageddon came, I would be proved true. All of us Witnesses would. I felt sorry for those that didn't take my Watchtower and Awake magazines. Looking back, I had never been lower, and never more asleep.

  Faith is a gift. That's what the Bible says. Grace, this too is a gift. So is knowing God personally. Just ask Peter. He never believed that Jesus was Messiah until Yahweh personally told him. Look It up for yourself. Faith and belief is not a birthright. It's not a physical knock on your front door. It's spiritual and exists outside ANY religion. It changes your heart and therefore it changes everything else about you. It's not a religion you have to belong to. It is a relationship you are invited into. On February 23, 2014, I accepted that invite. How could I not!!! His voice inside my being surpassed every belief I ever believed that up till then. I can no longer be silent about this. 

It turned out to be a relationship. I was so wrong.  I knocked on 1 million doors and heard no! He knocked on my door and yes was the only answer I could muster. It's been the same ever since.

  I am no longer tossed about the waves of the sea we live upon. I have always had a Rock. If this world ended today, I am not afraid. I KNOW HE KNOWS ME, and that for me is enough. It always will be. For relationship will always trump any religion. You cannot unknow this. JESUS is the Way and The Truth and The Life and no man can saw asunder this reality. I cannot deny Him. I can deny everything else in my life but that. That's what The Truth does. It exposes every lie, therefore conforming you to truth. I am so grateful, and very very unworthy of this. Like I'm on a watchtower, I am now awake. So are many like me. I am not special. 

  I am now shunned and distanced from most of my immediate family. It's not really a big deal to me because of that knocking on my door that I answered trumps decades of indoctrination and deception. One second in Yahweh's presence exposes everything right from left. I now pray for them. It's not a choice I made, it's one they made when one trusts man over God. Period.

 It's not thier fault though. Like Jehovah said; faith was a gift, and that faith is only through His Son. We are no longer a slave to religion, but a servant unto our Messiah Savior Redeemer Rescuer Truth Love Life Way and eternal salvation always. God's word in Jesus. No scripture says otherwise.

'...I came to divide Father against Son, mother against daughter...'  Jesus said that. Not Jehovah. 'You will be witnesses of me..." Jesus said that too. Whose voice will we hear that will awaken all alseep in death, commanding us to rise? Who has now all authority over all things? Why should ALL honor the Father as they do the Son? I am quoting scripture here. Who has the name above all names? Who is going to Judge you? Whose kingdom is to come? Who died for you and yet lives? 

Religion is the hands of earth reaching into the heavens. Relationship is the hands of God, reaching out to you. 

Joe

   

   I have a story to tell you. It's not a fable. It's reality. This really happened.  I could never forget this or make this up. I would beg anyone to respond in kind as to how God, Jehovah; Yahweh Himself, would ever reach down and help the little ones in this world. The truth is, He does. He did. I have proof. I am not lying. This is a true story. 

 I've never shared this publicly.  But it's time. The time is at hand to start proclaiming.  It's time to let His glory and reach be known to people. There is God, and He really cares about us individually.

  For me to lie about this...What a sin that would be!!! It would be spitting in God's face using His crown for my glory. May that never be so! What I'm about to share is meant to touch perhaps just one soul whose world it shakes. It's time to be bold and declare His goodness in this dying world.

  On February 23rd, 2014 my life changed.  Drastically. Upside down. Inside out. It's an entirely different conversation. In my head that is my pivot moment. My real birthday. I knew that GOD was real that day. It's hands down the single biggest moment in my life. Period. It changed every thought since.

Fast forward a year and I am walking to my apartment from the parking lot and I hear clearly, in my heart soul and mind this: 'Go and give Joe all your money.' It was Yahweh's voice and that voice is Yeshua, Jesus.  It speaks in a place that only he can access. It is very real. I knew how much I had on me, 500 bucks exactly. Just pulled it out of the bank. I totally ignored His voice and proceeded to my apartment where I find myself in a real debate with myself and my Father above.  Joe was an addict, I figured what would happen if I gave him that kind of money. 

I was so wrong.

   So I decide to cave, to give in, for I am at this point 1000 percent certain I have to do this. It's not a choice now. It's a mission. I walk across the courtyard and make my way to Joe's apartment and knock on his door.

  So I really didn't know what to say, so I just got out the money out of my pocket and gave it to Joe and told him quite deliberately that God asked me to come over and give him this. 'This money is not from me Joe bc I would just not do this...God wants you to have this. He loves you...' His response is one of those moments that a man could never forget. It will always be a marker in my life. Joe said straight away NO, he couldn't take it. He just couldn't believe it. He said there was no way he could take it. Then he could hardly even contain himself as he reached out. Like Joe was gonna buckle to the floor. It effected me greatly to see this kind of emotion on a guy I'd spoken to maybe 3 times in my life. I had never witnessed this kind of appreciation before. I felt so small.

  Joe looked at me when he composed himself and said that he literally just prayed right there a moment ago before I knocked on his door,  that there would be some kind of miracle, bc he needed tires and glasses so bad that he was about to sell his car to buy glasses. Thats where he was in life that day. Broke and broken. He was such a mess. He was trembling and visibly shaken. In absolute disbelief.

 So was I. I got to witness a modern day miracle that day. He is no longer an addict. He stopped using opiates that month. He recovered. He got new glasses and tires and turned his entire life around. It was such a good day for us all.

  It may sound way way out there that GOD talks to people. He certainly does. This really happened. It didn't take a religion or a church or doctrine and tradition to see this happen. What it took was God speaking and people listening. My history is shattered and torn enough to have seen myself in Joe. It didn't take much courage to approach Joe. It took faith. Walking off that place of comfort and believing there is a great purpose from above residing in oneself that is Christ in you. 

  Today my continued and often prayed prayer is for moments like this to again be presented to me where I can be sent for a reason to a place of divine purpose. Even in clay earthen vessels, Yahweh has a purpose. I am living proof that this notion is true. God's greatness will Always exceed my humility. He is the most amazing reality for the lost and broken. I am so very thankful the day I gave Joe that money. It mattered on a scale beyond my reasoning. I'm absolutley not worthy. But I am, willing.

  

  

Little things.

 

This was my daddy's knife. It's still not mine really. If someone asks me if it's my knife I say no...this was my dad's knife. Automatically. It will never be my knife. It will always be his. It will always be everything about him. Simple. Reliable. Timeless. 

He may as well left me a million dollars. I wouldn't take that much for it I promise on my mom. What my dad left me was priceless. I got to pick it out. I knew it was a good one he liked. A Case 2 blade 22087 made in the USA. Therefore it became the one I loved.

This knife of his I take care of is a blade that cuts to the marrow like a razor to the memories I carry along with me today. Not the regrets, but the good things. Times wears away bitterness like water on smooth river stones I believe. It becomes such a beautiful sound. 

Anyway, this is my dad's knife.