Come to Him

“Don’t store up treasures here on earth, where moths eat them and rust destroys them, and where thieves break in and steal.

Store your treasures in heaven, where moths and rust cannot destroy, and thieves do not break in and steal.

Wherever your treasure is, there the desires of your heart will also be. Matthew 6:19‭-‬21 NLT

Jesus said this.

He also said,

“That is why I tell you not to worry about everyday life—whether you have enough food and drink, or enough clothes to wear.

Isn’t life more than food, and your body more than clothing?

Look at the birds.

They don’t plant or harvest or store food in barns, for your heavenly Father feeds them.

And aren’t you far more valuable to him than they are?”

Jesus says,

“Can all your worries add a single moment to your life?

And why worry about your clothing? Look at the lilies of the field and how they grow. They don’t work or make their clothing, yet Solomon in all his glory was not dressed as beautifully as they are.

And if God cares so wonderfully for wildflowers that are here today and thrown into the fire tomorrow, he will certainly care for you.

Why do you have so little faith?

So don’t worry about these things, saying, ‘What will we eat? What will we drink? What will we wear?’ These things dominate the thoughts of unbelievers, but your heavenly Father already knows all your needs.

Seek the Kingdom of God above all else, and live righteously, and he will give you everything you need.

So don’t worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will bring its own worries.

Today’s trouble is enough for today.”
Matthew 6:25‭-‬34 NLT

Then Jesus said, “Come to me, all of you who are weary and carry heavy burdens, and I will give you rest.

Take my yoke upon you. Let me teach you, because I am humble and gentle at heart, and you will find rest for your souls.

For my yoke is easy to bear, and the burden I give you is light.” Matthew 11:28‭-‬30 NLT

Geoff Moore song – “Come to Me”


In Due Time – story by Alexx

My son Alex wrote several stories this one, called In Due Time, was one that we were working on together.

Sadly he only made it to chapter 3 and I’ve thought about trying to continue with it but in these short chapters so much was said and I feel that it’s almost complete but won’t come to an end until that final day when we reunite in heaven with our Heavenly Father.

Alexx’s concept for this story was focusing on Jesus when he was just a young boy and the difficulty He may have faced as a child, yet being The Son of God.

Alexx takes a personal look back to when Christ stayed behind at the temple. Then he imagines what it was like dealing with other adolescent boys and finally he paints a creative picture in words describing what it could have been like for the young man, Jesus, as he watched his earthly father die.

Although Christ had the ability to heal and even raise from the dead He accepted the fact, will & perfect timing of His Heavenly Father. So shall I.

Here’s the story that Alexx wrote

In Due Time

by Alexx Bailey

Chapter one
It was always so loud as the stream of people migrated back home from the festivities in their flocks. One could seemingly make it home without moving a foot when caught on the wave of tuckered out Nazarenes. I became as though a rock in this stream of people when it first caught my eye, then entering the temple it was all at once that the sound ceased its bellowing. I had not even heard the robes speaking to me at first I was only focused on the silence surrounding me with its unique sense of comfort. This was no ordinary silence; it had a sound to it, a voice. It was not until he touched me that I realized the robes were there and the second he did the silent voice was gone being interrupted by an ignorant attempt to enlighten me of what I had already known. We began to dance with our words as I finished his sentences and baffled his years of study.

Days had gone by before we found an end to our discussion and until my mother had found me. I settle her worry while informing her of my stay at the temple but she began to make more so a look of confusion. In an attempt to settle her once more from her questioning I offered an explanation that I felt she should have known already informing her of the silent voice, though I was not quite sure she understood.

Leaving the temple and now alone my mother began to pry at a more personal level towards the explanation I offered. So into depth I went as my words began to come alive painting our conversation. The colors flew in beautiful directions and twisted their way into shapes. I could now see it in her eyes, the same comfort I had felt in the previous silence now making an art form out of my commentary. When I had finished explaining my mother seemed to need no more from me; dropping the subject entirely and yet it was evident that it stuck with her for she never did lose that look in here eye.

Chapter two

The world around me seems to make a different kind of sense and this was made evident in all sorts of ways daily but this was different. There was a thickness of hate huddling us together as we stood around the bird pocking at its life. One by one my surrounding company found ways to enlighten their curiosity by plucking what thin thread was left and yet the reality of it seemed to hold them all back so I jumped at the opportunity suggesting we leave it be yet this got them more riled up. As one gouged out its eyes another stomped on its wing only to be outdone by the final crushing of its head. I would never hear the end of the tear my face streamed but this was not my concern and the sound around me faded into that silent voice.

Now that the life was sucked out of the fun the other boys went off to destroy something else beautiful but I stayed behind digging my knees into the dirt. I reached out to the silent voice with a memorial for the creature so wrongfully ended within its innocence. Cupping the carcass between my hands I could feel the silence no longer around me but within me, it breathed life through me. Then as I opened my hands the bird flew away once again free from its torment.

Catching back up with my previous company began again the banter, though to me it wasn’t very humorous for I could not see the point in their laughing. Was it the murderous tendency that should have had me giggling or the sorrow found in my wet remorse for the dearly departed victim? Still ponderous on the sense their world didn’t make my feet departed from the confrontation and yet even this began a stir as what I had avoided followed me now angrier then before. As he began to speak something I had never felt before began its boil inside of me and as my adversary continued he went too far regrading my mother teasing at the mystery of my birth. It was not me that picked up the much larger bully ringing him by his neck and I could see a much larger adversary reflecting in his eyes back at me, it smiled.

I was now running but no matter how far I got from the confrontation he was still right there with me I could feel him. My legs had been going so fast for so long before my mind caught up with them tripping me over my own feet face first into the dirt. I could hear a faint hiss as I cupped my hands in the nick of time silencing the overwhelming factors around me.

By the time I had made it home I noticed the tear in my sleeve and though I wasn’t so much concerned with its mending I hoped it would keep my mother from the worry my blood had drawn up. As I explained the misfit my day had become she sewed silently resembling that voice wither listening. Then as I became flustered with my story she interrupted me completely off subject explaining why she hadn’t used a new cloth to mend my tattered old ones. While she was informing me of the way the new cloth would end up tearing a bigger whole as it shrunk the way my mother had with words made me realize just how on subject she really was.

Chapter 3

It got harder and harder to see my father the worse his condition got it was this very process that made today, in particular, a loud day. I could feel it all day, in the pit of my stomach, yet I could not quite figure out what it was sitting in the depth of my gut, not until I got home. My day only got louder as I began multi-tasking my way toward his room. Between my mother, his wife, ranting wordlessly through her sobbing, the ringing in my ear, and the clutter of my feet kicking dust in all directions I made my way like a dull knife through the thick, stale, air all the noise had made of my house; then nothing. His eyes, floating in tears, swam towards me through their sag and said the words he wasn’t sure how to speak. It wasn’t until I began to panic that words came to him, or rather through him. His acceptance of this inevitably occurring, and quickly ending, pivotal point in my life was of no help yet as I began my plea towards all the things I needed him for he stuck to the peace he had made. You could practically see his body shutting down as his eyes grew dimmer each second and this brought back to me that anger I had be running from. I got myself all caught up in the concept my mind had brought to life and as I envisioned the barbaric manor in which the darkness creeps around poking at life with its stick it occurred to me.

I saw the light in my eyes reflecting off of his as I unveiled my master plan yet as I looked past my reflection and into his eyes I saw discomfort. In an attempt to make myself more clear I enlightened my father of the bird I had saved yet still as my ideas began to fill the room they were conflicted with the mixed feelings my father had. He was always a man of few words, which I respected, his ability to sum up things short and sweet made life not only easy but simple and yet while I wanted to believe his math wasn’t adding up I knew my father was right, he was always right. Once I finally gave up the fight I made a metaphor out of my hands. Staring at them for some time, examining there tatter, I expressed myself through my father’s trade implying that my hands lack what gave him superiority in the field. Between the now slow trickle my tears had become I question my ability to take care of the house without him.

My father used his last words to explain that rain would come and may even bring a demand for repair but he also spoke of the foundation to which he had built our house on. Bringing me back to the first time I used my father’s hammer I thought it beautiful to end on such a note as this, for it was also one of my first and fondest memories of Him. Like it was yesterday I could feel the rain pouring down on me as we stood there watching the fort I had built all by myself crumbled into a pile of debris. I remember even better the look in my father’s eyes the next morning as he showed me the new fort he had built with reassurance that this one would stand strong due to its foundation. Now back at my father’s bed side I watched as he left with his life but just before he was gone I, again, saw that very same look in his eyes.

The foundation makes all the difference. His foundation was not in or of this world, but rather, with His father in Heaven.

Lyrical Story – “Gloryland” By Audio Adrenaline

Audio Adrenaline Lyrics “Gloryland”

I’ve worked hard and I’m ready for a long vacation

Got some money in my pocket and I’m going down to the station

Saw a poster on a wall and the place looked really nice

A man with a beard said “follow me I’ll take you to paradise”

If you want to come with me there’s room

There are no legal limits

There’s always room for one more soul

So why not come and get it

I want to ride this train to Gloryland so why don’t you come up here and join the band?

Met the man with the beard halfway through Kentucky

He walked with me and he talked with me some people say I’m lucky

For that day the man I met payed the full price

Now I ride the train for free the train to Paradise

Music: Gloryland by Audio Adrenaline


Free Ride by Audio Adrenaline

Looking back moving forward  (STORY “Season Of Jail”)

Everything that happens in this world happens at the time God chooses.
Ecclesiastes 3:1 GNB

I was able to write a short novel back when waiting for one of my surgeries, as well as, while recovering.  During that same time my son died.

The story “SEASON OF JAIL” was a way for me to metaphorical express what I was going through & how I face seasons in my life that are more difficult than other times.

Source: Entire STORY “Season Of Jail”1st EDIT (All Parts 1-5 Ch. 1-31 and conclusion)

Do You Know Broken (lyrics by Scott Stapp)

Why are we overcome with fear? What if I told you that fear isn’t real.

Why are we overcome with death? What if I told you my friends, your doubt You could live without!

There is a question I want to understand Why can’t everyone tell the truth and learn to love again

Do you know… What it feels like to be broken and used Scared and confused

Do you know… What it feels like to be broken and used Scared and confused Yes I know

One more question… I know time is dear

Is what the world speaks of love really real?

The answers not of this world but very clear Look above to find love and you found eternal life

Street corner preachers you’ve heard before

Friendly advice just gets thrown out the door

There is a question that I want to understand

Why can’t everyone tell the truth… And learn to love again

Do you know… What it feels like to be broken and used? Scared and confused

Yes I know… What it feels like to be broken and used Scared and confused yes I know Yes I know Yes I know Yes I know

Do you know… What it feels like to be broken and used? Scared and confused Yes I know… What it feels like to be broken and used Scared and confused I’m broken!

I’m broken I’m broken I’m broken

Songwriters: Dewayne Julius Rogers Jr. / Scott Stapp Broken lyrics © Royalty Network Music Publishing Ltd.



The reality of our minds, when chemically imbalanced, convincing us of things that are not real:

The weight of this world can be overwhelming to us; but, be of good cheer, Christ overcame this world and if we are in Him and He is in us we too will overcome this world.

Wanna Know? Lyrical Answers

Treasures of Heaven Written by Dino F Elefante, John Elefante, Paul Rogers


How many times has psychology Made you analyze what you should be ?

And how many times has some philosophy Made you spin around, too dizzy to see?

And how many times have we looked too deep For what we should have seen so obviously, tell me?

Does anybody know what makes the wind blow?

And can you tell me why the rain falls from the sky?

If we really want to know all the answers They’re in the Treasures of Heaven

And how high is the price you’ll pay For an ounce of truth that will fade away?

And how hard will you hold on To your freedom reign that will soon be gone?

And how many fools will believe till they Understand that we don’t agree and still?

Does anybody know what makes the wind blow?

And can you tell me why the rain falls from the sky?

If we really want to know all the answers

They’re in the Treasures of Heaven

And why does the sun warm each and every heart?

These are questions we can’t answer Till we open up and find the Treasures of Heaven

Treasures of Heaven Just think about it for a short moment

Think about the Treasures of Heaven

Does anybody know what makes the wind blow?

And can you tell me why the rain falls from the sky?

Why each and every one of us has the right To choose between darkness and light?

Does anybody know how the moon controls the tide?

Why You had to come and die for me?

If we really want to know all the answers It will always be a mystery why You gave Your only Son for me

Till we open up and find the Treasures of Heaven

Written by Dino F Elefante, John Elefante, Paul Rogers • Copyright © Universal Music Publishing Group, The Bicycle Music Company

Music: Treasures of Heaven

But seek first His kingdom and His righteousness, and all these things will be added to you. Matthew 6:33 NASB

“Give your entire attention to what God is doing right now, and don’t get worked up about what may or may not happen tomorrow. God will help you deal with whatever hard things come up when the time comes. Matthew 6:34 MSG

Song “Do you know?” By Dogs of Peace lyrics:

I saw the sun As it was comin’ ’round It occurred to me that we are only spinnin’ ’round

Hey Mr. Sun Or for that matter anyone Can you solve for me the mystery Of how it gets done?

There was a voice And it was far away Though dreamily it seems to me I heard it say Do you know?

Do you know? Do you know me? Do you know? Who do you know If you don’t know me?

Music – “Do You Know” by Dogs of Peace

Jesus said,

“Not everyone who says to Me, ‘Lord, Lord,’ will enter the kingdom of heaven, but he who does the will of My Father who is in heaven will enter.

Many will say to Me on that day, ‘Lord, Lord, did we not prophesy in Your name, and in Your name cast out demons, and in Your name perform many miracles?’ And then I will declare to them, ‘I never knew you; depart from Me , you who practice lawlessness .’

Therefore everyone who hears these words of Mine and acts on them, may be compared to a wise man who built his house on the rock. And the rain fell, and the floods came, and the winds blew and slammed against that house; and yet it did not fall, for it had been founded on the rock.

Everyone who hears these words of Mine and does not act on them, will be like a foolish man who built his house on the sand. The rain fell, and the floods came, and the winds blew and slammed against that house; and it fell-and great was its fall.”

When Jesus had finished these words, the crowds were amazed at His teaching; for He was teaching them as one having authority, and not as their scribes. Matthew 7:21‭-‬29 NASB

Extras –

Music – John Elefante questions

Music -Dogs of Peace I wanna know

Dear Laodicea,

Write to Laodicea, to the Angel of the church.

God’s Yes, the Faithful and Accurate Witness, the First of God’s creation, says:

“I know you inside and out, and find little to my liking. You’re not cold, you’re not hot—far better to be either cold or hot! You’re stale. You’re stagnant. You make me want to vomit.

You brag, ‘I’m rich, I’ve got it made, I need nothing from anyone,’ oblivious that in fact you’re a pitiful, blind beggar, threadbare and homeless.

“Here’s what I want you to do:

  • Buy your gold from me, gold that’s been through the refiner’s fire. Then you’ll be rich.
  • Buy your clothes from me, clothes designed in Heaven. You’ve gone around half-naked long enough. And
  • buy medicine for your eyes from me so you can see, really see.

“The people I love, I call to account—prod and correct and guide so that they’ll live at their best.

  • Up on your feet, then!
  • About face!
  • Run after God!

“Look at me. I stand at the door. I knock. If you hear me call and open the door, I’ll come right in and sit down to supper with you.

Conquerors will sit alongside me at the head table, just as I, having conquered, took the place of honor at the side of my Father.

That’s my gift to the conquerors!

“Are your ears awake?

Listen. Listen to the Wind Words, the Spirit blowing through the churches.”
Revelation 3:14‭-‬22 MSG

Love, The Lord Jesus Christ

The Door

Here I am! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with that person, and they with me.
Revelation 3:20 NIV


~‘Behold, I stand at the door [of the church] and continually knock. If anyone hears My voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with him (restore him), and he with Me. REVELATION 3:20 AMP

Sit down as friends.

Friend of God.

Finish with Mt. 7:21-23… know him, does he know you? Is there a relationship there?

Jesus said,

“Not everyone who says to Me, ‘Lord, Lord,’ will enter the kingdom of heaven, but he who does the will of My Father who is in heaven will enter.

Many will say to Me on that day, ‘Lord, Lord, did we not prophesy in Your name, and in Your name cast out demons, and in Your name perform many miracles?‘ And then I will declare to them, ‘I never knew you; depart from M e , you who practice lawlessness .’ Matthew 7:21‭-‬23 NASB

Is your name written there in The Lambs book of life? (Rev. 3:5)

Today, while we are alive, is the day to consider that God is knocking & someday death will be knocking. It is unavoidable. What we see and have will all pass away, then what?

And I saw the dead, the great and the small, standing before the throne, and books were opened; and another book was opened, which is the book of life; and the dead were judged from the things which were written in the books, according to their deeds. And the sea gave up the dead which were in it, and death and Hades gave up the dead which were in them; and they were judged, every one of them according to their deeds. Then death and Hades were thrown into the lake of fire. This is the second death, the lake of fire. And if anyone’s name was not found written in the book of life, he was thrown into the lake of fire. Revelation 20:12‭-‬15 NASB


There Is Always More

My dear children, let’s not just talk about love; let’s practice real love. This is the only way we’ll know we’re living truly, living in God’s reality. It’s also the way to shut down debilitating self-criticism, even when there is something to it. For God is greater than our worried hearts and knows more about us than we do ourselves.
1 John 3:18‭-‬20 MSG

John 3:30 -He must become greater and greater, and I must become less and less. John 3:30 NLT

He must increase, but I must decrease. John 3:30 NASB

HE > i

“This is the crisis we’re in: God-light streamed into the world, but men and women everywhere ran for the darkness.

They went for the darkness because they were not really interested in pleasing God.

Everyone who makes a practice of doing evil, addicted to denial and illusion, hates God-light and won’t come near it, fearing a painful exposure. But anyone working and living in truth and reality welcomes God-light so the work can be seen for the God-work it is.”

After this conversation, Jesus went on with his disciples into the Judean countryside and relaxed with them there. He was also baptizing. At the same time, John was baptizing over at Aenon near Salim, where water was abundant. This was before John was thrown into jail. John’s disciples got into an argument with the establishment Jews over the nature of baptism. They came to John and said, “Rabbi, you know the one who was with you on the other side of the Jordan? The one you authorized with your witness? Well, he’s now competing with us. He’s baptizing, too, and everyone’s going to him instead of us.” John answered, “It’s not possible for a person to succeed—I’m talking about eternal success—without heaven’s help. You yourselves were there when I made it public that I was not the Messiah but simply the one sent ahead of him to get things ready.

The one who gets the bride is, by definition, the bridegroom. And the bridegroom’s friend, his ‘best man’—that’s me—in place at his side where he can hear every word, is genuinely happy.

How could he be jealous when he knows that the wedding is finished and the marriage is off to a good start?

“That’s why my cup is running over. This is the assigned moment for him to move into the center, while I slip off to the sidelines.

“The One who comes from above is head and shoulders over other messengers from God.

The earthborn is earthbound and speaks earth language; the heavenborn is in a league of his own.

He sets out the evidence of what he saw and heard in heaven.

No one wants to deal with these facts. But anyone who examines this evidence will come to stake his life on this:

that God himself is the truth.

“The One that God sent speaks God’s words. And don’t think he rations out the Spirit in bits and pieces. The Father loves the Son extravagantly. He turned everything over to him so he could give it away—a lavish distribution of gifts.

That is why whoever accepts and trusts the Son gets in on everything, life complete and forever!

And that is also why the person who avoids and distrusts the Son is in the dark and doesn’t see life. All he experiences of God is darkness, and an angry darkness at that.” John 3:19‭-‬29‭, ‬29‭-‬36 MSG


Flesh Vs. Spirit FIGHT!

GO TO POST: Weekend At Burny’s

Rather than repeat what’s been said that post 👉

puts the battle we are in into layman’s terms.

Also Romans chapter 6-8

How can we who are dead to sin live any longer therein?

As long as we are in these earth suits (bodies & brains) we’ll constantly have a struggle, physically, mentally & spiritually.

We can feed our spirit (drink in living water & feast on Christ’s Word) in order to be in better shape for the fight.

However, if we feed our flesh & selfish desires (only listening to our will, not bending to God’s will) the flesh will dominate our spirit.

Also, if we add a chemical imbalance to what is already out of balance we will be flung into confusion & sure to come up short.

Choose wisely what you take in, who you train with and let Christ fight the battle He has already won.

HIS will, not my own.

HE > i, beetle