Memorizing to avoid Paralyzing 

Our minds are filled with so many different, natural chemicals.

 We are all probably most familiar with adrenaline, that burst of energy we get when it is fight or flight time. 

Whether it’s seeing some strange bug or getting into a confrontation with another person, we have built into our systems chemicals that cause us to react certain ways for a reason.

 Only as we mature do we learn that those chemicals can be put into balance and we can still be in control to a certain degree.

For me, one of the chemicals that I seem to have an extra dose of is serotonin.

 To my understanding the neurotransmitters in my brain shoot out neurons that are then suppose to dock and send the message to the rest of my body, 

“Everything is going to be ok.”

 What happens when they don’t dock correctly and that message doesn’t get thru?!

 You guessed it I’m sure. I get the sensation that things are not and will not be okay!

So, I do my part, take prescribed medication, meditate, work through situations by journaling and all that helps but I also have to tell myself, reassure myself, that God’s got this.

My God is bigger than it all. He created me, everything in me and everything around me.

Memorizing a few words of His and repeating them over & over helps me get through the fog that side blinds me & causes me to have such great anxiety in what ever circumstances I find myself in or anticipating.

Here is one portion of Scripture I hold onto for reassurance: 

Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you.  Be alert and of sober mind. Your enemy the devil prowls around like a roaring lion looking for someone to devour. Resist him, standing firm in the faith, because you know that the family of believers throughout the world is undergoing the same kind of sufferings.  And the God of all grace, who called you to his eternal glory in Christ, after you have suffered a little while, will Himself restore you and make you strong, firm and steadfast. To him be the power for ever and ever. Amen. 1 Peter 5:7‭-‬11 NIV

Out of all that just that 1st verse I repeat iver & over, 

Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you. 1 Peter 5:7 NIV

I flood my mind with God’s living water so I don’t drown in despair.

He is sovereign!

Here is a Short video regarding fighting this civil war of the mind, this paralyzing thinking:

For a li’l more go to 👉Where did this fog come from (suicide fog blog)👈

Humble yourselves, therefore, under God’s mighty hand, that he may lift you up in due time.

1 Peter 5:6 NIV

Go with God, beetle

Don’t Let Your Heart Be Hardened (believers)

Mark 6:47‭-‬52 NIV

 Late that night, the boat was in the middle of the lake, and he was alone on land. He saw the disciples straining at the oars, because the wind was against them. Shortly before dawn he went out to them, walking on the lake. He was about to pass by them, but when they saw him walking on the lake, they thought he was a ghost. They cried out, because they all saw him and were terrified. Immediately he spoke to them and said, “Take courage! It is I. Don’t be afraid.” Then he climbed into the boat with them, and the wind died down. They were completely amazed, for they had not understood about the loaves; their hearts were hardened.
Mark 6:47‭-‬52 NIV

The disciples were truly “followers of Jesus” no doubt right? But their hearts, their hearts, were hardened (verse 52 above).

If that is true & possible for the disciples who walked in faith & were eyewitnesses to the miracles & to Jesus in the flesh; how much more could it be true of believers today?

Don’t let your heart be hardened.

Petra song: 

50 Years In The Making – Intro. To Autobiography (r.d.)

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Have Drum Will Travel

This is a rough draft & just the intro to my autobiography (50 years in the making)

For an Index of Stories I published go to:

It’s always been interesting to me how a story starts and how it ends.

Biographies & auto-biographies always held my attention because I was fascinated to know that what I was reading really happen. I realize some of the facts may have been altered when being retold. Perhaps a good writer uses creative license at the cost of not automatically capturing the exactly accurate account of their lives or the bio of others; however it is no fairy tail.

My oldest daughter, Kyri, always seemed to prefer the world of make believe with it’s dragons and elves, magic & marvel. My younger daughters, Abbey, Madi & Olivia, request that I tell them stories off the top of my head, which are often whimsical and lack any true facts at all. My son Alexx could weave words with such deep, colorful emotion that you could chew on it for days and still be digesting what was said years later.

Although I like to pretend and elaborate or embellish the truth I’m still inclined to at least offer a metaphorical reason or rational to what ever story I am reading or writing.

I’ve thought a great deal about writing this autobiography & I came across this Psalm, this prayer, to encouraged me to get it done –

Psalms 71:15‭-‬18 NLT this is also my prayer,

“I will tell everyone about your righteousness. All day long I will proclaim your saving power, though I am not skilled with words. I will praise your mighty deeds, O Sovereign Lord . I will tell everyone that you alone are just. O God, you have taught me from my earliest childhood, and I constantly tell others about the wonderful things you do. Now that I am old and gray, do not abandon me, O God. Let me proclaim your power to this new generation, your mighty miracles to all who come after me.” Psalms 71:15‭-‬18 NLT

So, how do I begin, not even when, or where, but HOW?

When I was 8 years old I recall a teacher encouraging all of us to write a journal. She inspired us to write anything and when we didn’t know what to write to simply write down what was around us, taking place at that very moment, our perspective of what we were experiencing, looking forward to or about things that took place in our past experiences.

That is where my story begins, in the past, as far back as I can remember.

Side note: I have a book shelf filled with my personal journalism from that very first one (when I was 8) up to the present.

Even while writing this I am inclined to question myself and hear statements of discouraging voices only I can hear in my head. They say, “Noone wants to read that! You don’t know how to write well. You don’t even read well. If you write it it won’t come out correctly, a waste of time.” To myself I say the opposite. I flip every discouraging thought & statement around, “Someone wants to read that! You know how to write well enough. You read fine. If you write it it will come out correctly, it is not a waste of time.”

The reality is,

writing is a very good way for me to document, process & share my life.

It doesn’t really matter who reads it or enjoys it. What matters is the end result, not how it started, not what happen in the beginning or middle but how it all ends and my faith is that it will never truly end.

There is a movement dedicated to the prevention of suicide. It is called Project Semicolon. The idea is that a writer uses a semicolon when he has more to say. The semicolon is used to continue the thoughts expresses in any particular statement; as opposed to a period ending that statement. Just when you think a statement is over that li’l semicolon allows the author to write more and the reader to read beyond what was stated. That punctuation marking, the semicolon, implies that,

The statement continues and my story is not over yet.

I felt like since I turned a half of a century old it’s a good time to write an autobiography.

This is my story, beginning, middle and the assurance that no matter how the written version ends it will carry on.

Life is hard and it might not get easier; however, just when you think it is at the end it has really only just begun because I believe in God and He has a plan that goes beyond this biological world, beyond biology all together; and thus, beyond my biography.

So I travel this road I am on, continue to write and attempt to look back to where I’ve come from, where I am and where I am going.

I was born February 3rd 1968. The day after groundhogs day. Little did I know the jokes my dad told about that would be picked up by me when my daughter Olivia Avery was born actually on ground hogs day 36 years later. “If she saw her shadow and went back into the womb does that mean we’ll have a longer winter or an early spring?”

I’ve noted that our earliest memories fade as we age and yet eventually our childhood becomes more clear to us than what happen yesterday or what we ate for breakfast.

I know what my parents remember about my birth and what my two older sisters (Pauline and Collene) tell me. I know they wanted to name me “Casper” (The Friendly Ghost). He was popular in 1968 and the hooded clothing I was swaddled in added that familiar wisp to the top of my head. My dad (Ed) says that my mom (Aileen Faye) recommended we have my name rhyme with Aileen, Collene & Pauline. With that in mind he says they considered naming me Eugene. Apparently he doesn’t particularly like that name and the joke only works when not telling someone who cherishes that name. As I grew older I learned of the great drummer, Gene Krupa, and if they were to name me Eugene I would have shortened it to Gene, just as I shortened Thomas to just Tom. My mother’s dad, who died before I was born, was named Thomas so they officially named me Thomas. My dad’s dad was Frank. The name Frank was already taken by one of my 1st cousins. Robert was already taken by my dad’s brother and his brother’s son.

So, they gave me my dad’s 1st name as my middle name. 26 years later I gave my 1st and only son the same middle name.

My mother was concerned with my birth. She had experienced the death of so many people in her life, including witnessing the tragic death of her 2 year old sister who tragically fell from a two story window.

Apparently I had no complications and they, shortly after my birth, took me to see my grand mother on my mom’s side. My mom proudly laid me on her mother’s chest. Shortly after that she (my grandmother on my mom’s side) died. I obviously don’t recall that but it is a meaningful recollection my parents share with me.

I ask myself,

What do I recall? How did my life go at the start? What was it like? How much can be written about my life just after I was born? Do the things that happen as soon as I took my first breath of air on earth have anything to do with my autobiography?

The point is I took that first breath & was blessed to continue to breathe. What can I write about this life that has been 50 years in the making? I believe God’s vastness of all creation is beyond what we can take in & put into words. He knew us before we were born & if we trust Him He will preserve us after we die. Can we capture in words a documentary about His work? Well, I think we should try.

Again, writing an autobiography is no small task. How do I capture & describe who I was & who I want to be remembered as?

The rhetorical question is, “How can I write anything about life, the breaths, the steps, the experience I have on this planet without giving Glory to God, my creator?” I cannot leave Him out.

My dad insists that I remember people I met when I was two or three but I only know what they tell me. We lived in Philadelphia Pennsylvania.

We were packed into a row-house with busy streets. This was back when a street car with rails below it and an electric wire above it traveled down the center of the main roads. Automobiles from the 50’s & 60’s had to maneuver around those bulky prehistorical obsolete creatures. As I write this autobiography I recognize and acknowledge the changes over the past 5 decades, how I survived all those changes, progressions, ramifications and historical victories.

My parents recall that I somehow wandered off one day and walk by myself to a corner store to get some ice cream. It was a time period in history when you could walk to the corner store located on a busy urban street without the fear of cross fire bullets. Back then, as the ’60’s were ending and the ’70’s were beginning we still had trustworthy neighbors. It was one of those friendly neighbors in that city that didn’t just bare the name “the city of brotherly love” but lived it out who found me & brought me back home. That is not something I relate from my own memory.

This raises the questions,

“How far back can we remember?”

“What was it really like back then?”

“Is my perspective accurate?”

For me I don’t think my memory receptors started really working until we moved to Jacksonville Florida, when I was 2 or 3. Our view of the past is only relative to how each of our minds process things. I believe our past experiences can play a major role in building our character, a backstory if you will. As I write I’m gaining a better picture of how I developed into who I am today and why I live as I do.

Pictures help me recall PA & my grandparents home, sitting on my “Pop pop’s” lap. Frequent visits back there allowed him to be in my life, for me to know him before he died. We received the news of his death while in Florida and I was too young to comprehend it. I do remember my mom explaining, “You know your daddy? Well, his daddy died.” I still couldn’t comprehend. I didn’t know what death was. I didn’t even know where life came from, let alone that people died. I recently had to ask my mom for dates on when certain things took place. We moved to Jacksonville in 1970. She remembers that I use to throw my bottle out of my crib when I was done & on the drive down to FL from PA I threw my bottle out the (manually rolled down) open car window & that is how they broke me away from the bottle. They just said, “It’s gone!”

My pop pop Bailey died in 1972. I was only 4. That is my earliest memory.

That gives me a starting point.

I do remember things around that age, I’m not sure if those things happen before or after my grandfather’s death but there is no question that his death & my family’s reaction to it stands out. We gathered around a piece of furniture called, a “vanity.” It was a small stool-like chair that sat in front of a mirror with connecting draws & side tables. That vanity became a humble alter of prayer as my dad fell to his knees and cried in prayer as he grieved the death of his dad. We all surrounded him in support. My mom told me her sister died around that same time and I don’t recall that at all. I’m not sure why. I know we took a train up to Philly for my grandfather’s funeral but my mother traveled alone to her sister funeral. My beginnings were a milestone for generations before me. As they received a tomb stone I was just achieving milestones; but who was truly better off, those gaining new life in their eternal home or those of us enduring the temporary strife we face every day here in our temporary dwelling place? I say what we see as the end and our loss is heaven’s gain and we can’t compare this life with what in store for us after our bodies die. Being human and thriving with newborn life, as splendid as it can be, has nothing on the journey & victory over sin & death that Christ made possible. May we always remember the price He paid and live as part of His kingdom come here & now. May His will be done here on earth as it is in heaven.

He has gotten me this far and most recently I acknowledge in faith that He is completely in control of all life, all living things; through Him we can truly live & develop a biography that is sure to end with rejoicing & shouts of praise. We witness as one person dies others are born but my faith is challenged to accept Him at His Word that although some die, in Him they are made alive & welcomed into a new place where death, dyeing, tears, sorrow, and loss have no place. Again, there is no end to our story; just a new beginning.

So, I think age 4 is my earliest recollection. For me that is where I can really start with writing my autobiography.

Living in Jacksonville was great.

Picture from a USO function. Me with my dad, Ed. Ruth Marrow next to me & my sisters, Pauline & Collene behind me.

My parents were buying a house and I think we planned on living out the rest of our lives as a family there. Little did any of us know what would come in the future years. We lived in the now, as we all should. We all strive toward the future but we weren’t so distracted with that to the point of not enjoying the journey we were presently on. We focused on the present progression knowing we can’t predict the future.
Having said that, my dad was always driving toward a better future and pushed himself & the family to take the steps necessary so we’d develop skills, education and connections that would pay off later in life.

As our lives unfolded we were faced with various opportunities & oppositions; however, we lived life together as a family unit. I had, and still have, an amazing support system because our family binds & commitments are so strong. My parents had a book called, “When 2 or 3 Are Gathered In My Name Some One Spills The Milk.” It was a book devoted to small portions of Scripture designed to let God’s Word speak to the whole family. We never did read it on a regular basis as a family once a day as designed but we did always share meals together, attend Church together & we were taught Biblical morals & standards. I think that helped develop our moral compass and gave us a good solid foundation that would help us as we all grew and matured.

I was the youngest of 3. Each of us were about 5 years apart. I got along with Collene, who was the oldest, better than I got along with Pauline, the middle child in our family.

Let me first talk about my parents before I get too carried away and jump around from subject to subject, after all, there would be no me without them.

As I write this off the top of my head I think one way of me trying to keep my thoughts organized and on course would be to title a section, a chapter, & stay on that particular subject for that section of my autobiography.

Writing it all out is allowing me to discover more and more about myself, those around me, and how the environment, culture and time periods I’ve lived in have effected my progression, my personal journey.

1968 has now, 50 years later, been pin pointed as one of the most tragic and yet positively pivotal times in history. That is year that I was born and here I will share the past 50 decades from my perspective.

Now that I’ve gone back as far as I can remember to give an introduction I invite you to travel along with me… (I’ll be placing links to the other chapters here as I finish writing them).


Go to:


“Mom, Dad & Elementary My Dear Tommy”


Link to “About section” (

Link to Pod Cast Interview (

Art and “David Zinn”

 This Artist, David Zinn, takes an urban environment & expresses himself through art. 

As much as I like to write sometimes written words can’t fully convey what one is trying to say. Spoken words, actually hearing something, can be even more impactful and for me I believe that a picture can be worth a thousand words.

So, here is a video that pretty much says it all regarding art and the artist David Zinn.

“Getting on base & making it to home plate”

This post is inspired from another writer. Their blog is called “Those Who Sin Differently

And their post:



I’m highlighting and literally cuting & pasteing things he wrote here because it was so good for my soul.

He used an analogy of baseball & wrote, “In an uncertain, fallen world, it sometimes seems like we are not going to make it.  Problems that weigh down on the follower of Jesus Christ sometimes make it feel like we are not going to make it home.  We see the opposition (forces of evil that fight against us – see Ephesians 6:12 – and who try to rally others to their side), and we fear that we will be tagged out long before we can finish rounding the bases.”

He uses God’s word to give encouragement to believers on what to do when,

when our human nature wants to run the other way, or our hearts feel like giving up because we’ve hit a slow grounder right to first base.”

He gave several suggestions:

“The first thing we can do is to listen to our coach.  In life, the leader of the winning team is Jesus Christ:

If anyone serves Me, he must follow Me; and where I am, there My servant will be also; if anyone serves Me, the Father will honor him. John 12:26 NASB

Unlike a human coach, though, Jesus sees throughout time and space, right into the hearts of everyone, and doesn’t just guide us towards what will probably work.  Instead, He knows exactly what we must do in order to achieve the best outcome.  Our role isn’t to try and figure everything out; it is to listen to Him and to do it, while He figures out the gameplan.”

“Sometimes our life feels like a marathon, whether we’re just getting up to speed, or hitting the wall as the miles march on, or even if the finish line is in sight.  Other times, a few days or weeks feel like a 90-foot dash in a baseball game, where we strain to reach a target before the window of opportunity closes.”

“In all these things, the purpose we have in life is not to out-perform other people, nor to somehow carry the team on our own.  Instead, it is to keep running – to keep doing exactly what we are called to do.  Whether we have a glamorous role (like a pitcher or home-run hitter), or an less-dramatic one (like a center-fielder or a batter asked to make a sacrifice bunt), we just keep running and doing exactly what the coach asks of us.  We don’t look back, or freeze on the baseline in fear – we just keep going.  And, by doing our part, we help out the entire team.”

Many times I get frustrated with card carrying members of “The Church” and I even question, “Are in the same team?” 

In reading this fellow writer’s blog post I felt so encouraged & inspired because he always backs up what he writes with what God has inspired others to write, a sure thing we can use to help us through this game called, “life.” As I read on I highlighted more,

our focus is on Jesus, not on hanging on to things that will slow us down.  We don’t watch the other “team” as they try to stop us; we just focus on Jesus and His instructions.”

“So, whether you feel like you are excelling at the peak of your career, or struggling to outrun the throw at every turn: trust your coach, keep your eyes on Him (not the distractions around you), and focus on the goal.  When you’re on the winning team, you have the ultimate victory celebration to look forward to!”

Full credit to: Those Who Sin Differently


For all Bible verses and the entire post on this particular subject go to:


I’ll conclude with a song by Geoff Moore & the Distance, “Homerun”:

A Rich Man’s True Treasure (Steve Job’s)

I got the following email foward from my mom. Who knows how many people have seen it. Who knows how many will take it to heart but it’s just too good to not share.

I’m not changing much (small edit is in italic) but I will highlight parts that really rang a bell with me.

Steve Jobs’ last words

He died a billionaire at 56yrs of Pancreatic Cancer and here are his last words on the sick bed:
“I reached the pinnacle of success in the business world. In others’ eyes my life is an epitome of success.
However, aside from work, I have little joy. In the end, wealth is only a fact of life that I am accustomed to.
At this moment, lying on the sick bed and recalling my whole life, I realize that all the recognition and
wealth that I took so much pride in, have paled and become meaningless in the face of impending death.
You can employ someone to drive the car for you, make money for you but you cannot have someone to bear the sickness for you.
Material things lost can be found. But there is one thing that can never be found when it is lost – “Life”.
When a person goes into the operating room, he will realize that there is one book that he has yet to finish reading – “Book of Healthy Life”.

Whichever stage in life we are at right now, with time, we will face the day when the curtain comes down.

Treasure Love for your family, love for your spouse, love for your friends…

Treat yourself well. Cherish others.

As we grow older, and hence wiser, we slowly realize that wearing a $300 or $30 watch – they

  both tell the same time…

Whether we carry a $300 or $30 wallet/handbag – the amount of money inside is the same;
Whether we drive a $150,000 car or a $30,000 car, the road and distance is the same, and we get to the same destination.
Whether we drink a bottle of $300 or $10 wine – the hangover is the same;

Whether the house we live in is 300 or 3000 sq ft – loneliness is the same.
You will realize, your true inner happiness does not come from the material things of this world.

Whether you fly first or economy class, if the plane goes down – you go down with it…

.. I hope you realize, when you have mates, buddies and old friends, brothers and sisters, who you chat with, laugh with, talk with, have sing songs with, talk about north-south-east-west or heaven and earth, …. That is true happiness!!
Five Undeniable Facts of Life :

  1.  Don’t educate your children to be rich. Educate them to be Happy. So when they grow up they will know the value of things not the price.
  2.  Best awarded words in London … “Eat your food as your medicines. Otherwise you have to eat medicines as your food.” 
  3. The One who loves you will never leave you for another because even if there are 100 reasons to give up He will find one reason to hold on. (Minor change to text here)
  4. There is a big difference between a human being and being human.

Only a few really understand it.

And finally
5. You are loved when you are born. You will be loved when you die. In between, You have to manage!

If you just want to Walk Fast, Walk Alone! But if you want to Walk Far, Walk Together!

Six Best Doctors in the World
1. Sunlight
2. Rest
3. Exercise
4. Diet
5. Self Confidence and
6. Friends
Maintain them in all stages of Life and enjoy a healthy life.

Ultimately in the words of Jesus Christ, “But first and most importantly seek (aim at, strive after) His (God’s) kingdom and His (God’s) righteousness [His way of doing and being right–the attitude and character of God], and all these things will be given to you also.


Go with God. He won’t let you down.

Writer’s Block? 

For a while I had written so much that I had articles scheduled to be published a month in advance.

Now, maybe because I want what I write to be meaningful & worth reading, I’m all caught up and don’t have any ready to publish just yet. 

I have a lot of things in draft form and I’m working on an autobiography.

So, for those who read my blog regularly, don’t worry if you don’t get a notification everyday

All is well and I have not & will not stop writing as long as I am able to.

Thanks for reading and I hope that as things are published you will really enjoy what I’m working on & what is working within me.

In short, it isn’t a sign of writer’s block just because an article isn’t published every day. I’m working on putting out the best writings I can do and that takes time.

I’m more of a CROCK POT NOT A CRACK POT. Thanks again for all your encouragement.

Go with God, beetle

Overcoming Obstacles & Following God’s Direction

Credit to:Pastors Pondering blog ( for ideas shared in this post.

I’d like to just focus on 1 section from a vaction Bible School he recently led & shared on his blog (link above).

I’ve done similar things like this with kids and have personally applied it to my adult life.

One game they played was a blind fold obstacle course: 

Create an obstacle course (a playground works GREAT) and get the kids or leaders to go in pairs.

In this “action lesson” one from each pair is blindfolded, and the other will lead him or her through the obstacle course by using only their voice.

The purpose of this game is to help the person who’s blindfolded navigate the course by only hearing the voice that’s directing them.

Afterwards they circled up the kids and ask them about the game –

  • How did you feel when you were blindfolded?
  • Did you trust the person who was leading you through the obstacle course?
  • How many things did you run into?
  • Does it help to have someone there who is looking out for you and helping you?
  • How confident are you that you could have made it through the obstacle course on your own?

Then came the application:

    Sometimes life is a lot like this obstacle course.
    We often do not know how things are going to go in the future, or even in the next hour.  We have to trust that God knows what He is doing.  

    I don’t know what the future holds but I know who holds the future.

    Trusting God can seem like a scary thing at times, especially when we have some big decisions to make in life.  But God promises to never leave us or forsake us (John 14). 

     So sometimes, during this obstacle course we may have doubted the person who was leading us, and maybe we even tripped or ran into something because they didn’t lead us very well…But God isn’t like that.  He loves us very much and He will lead us through the good and the bad times.  

    So, as we think about Jesus being the way, truth and life today, remember that God leads us and wants what is best for our lives.

    John 14:6 “Jesus answered, “I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.”

    Here is an Object Lesson that goes well with that “action lesson”: A map and a portable GPS (Even a phone with a map app on the screen)

    There was a time when a person going on a trip wouldn’t think of beginning their journey without a road map. 

    The map was very helpful to the traveler in finding the way to where they were going. 

    Today we seldom ever use a road map. Do you know why? Most of us who own a car also have a GPS in our car.

    How does the GPS work? 

    When you are ready to go somewhere, you type in the address where you want to go and the GPS connects to a satellite up above the earth and computes the path to your destination

    As soon as you start driving, a map appears on the screen and a voice from the GPS gives you turn by turn directions. “Turn right on Main Street in one mile, turn right in one half mile, turn right in 150 feet, turn right.” 

    What happens if you miss your turn? The GPS says, “Recalculating” and immediately computes a new route to get you back on the right path to your destination.

    When we are trying to follow Jesus in our daily life, it would be nice to have a GPS to lead us in the right direction, wouldn’t it? 

    It would be nice to have something to keep us on the right path and keep us from getting lost…something that would help us get back on the right track when we made a wrong decision.

    That is the way Jesus’ disciples must have felt when Jesus told them that he was going to leave them. Jesus said to them, “I am going to prepare a place for you and when everything is ready, I will come and get you so that you will always be with me. You know the way to where I am going.”

    One of the disciples whose name was Thomas answered Jesus, “No, we don’t, Lord. We don’t even know where you are going, so how can we know the way?”

    Jesus answered him, “I am the way, the truth, and the life. No one can come to the Father except through me.”

    Another disciple named Philip joined in, “Lord, show us the Father and we will be satisfied.”

    “Philip,” Jesus answered, “Have you been with me all this time and you still don’t know who I am? Anyone who has seen me has seen the Father! So why are you asking me to show you the Father? Just believe that I am in the Father and the Father is in me. Anyone who believes in me will do the same things I have done.”

    That was all the disciples needed to know to get them on the right path to the Father.

    So, how do you and I find our way to the place where Jesus has gone to be with the Father? We have not seen Jesus as Thomas and Philip had, but we can follow the teachings that he has given to us in the Bible — God’s Holy Word. 

    That is our GPS and it will keep us on the right path!

    Heavenly Father, we thank you for sending your Son to provide the way to eternal life. Thank you for your Holy Word which will keep us on the right path in our journey through life. In Jesus’ name we pray, amen.

    Be What You Believe

    I’m continually challenge to just “be” more than “do”.

     Works (doing) is important but faith without works is like a screen door on a submarine. 👈(video).

    I believe we have available to us the written Word of God. 

    I heard a great study on the book of John.

    St. John was an eyewitness to the living Word of God, Jesus Christ, and in the book God inspired St. John to write we are given the invitation to read it then decide if we believe it. 

    John wrote as an eyewitness & lived as living proof of God’s presence in his life, even unto to death.

    Once we believe, truly believe & open up our souls to God, I believe an amazing, supernatural event takes place, Christ’s Spirit enters into our souls & begins a process that only He can do & that He only does as we humbly allow Him to do so.

    I believe that our very nature can be changed.


    The more full of The Spirit I am the less full of shit I become.

    Have you experienced God’s Spirit & Lordship in your life? I love to hear other people share their experiences & their story or journey.

    I started a Facebook page for people to share (Living Proof Testimonies)

    I write this post to just spur anyone who reads it & my self to just

    Be what you believe. 

    If we all do that things would be so much less mucked up.

    Personally I know what I believe & why I believe it. I’ll never forget the day I let Jesus be my Lord & start to reign & each day on I strive to just let Him work in me; He is not done yet.

    Special arrangement of the song “Were You There?”: 

    GO WITH GOD, Beetle


    What more can be said or written. It’s a very personal decision and in order to make that decision I find it necessary to not only hear or read for my self God’s Word but, to let Him in.

    What will our lives say for God? How will our lives be spoken of after we are gone? Is death the end of everything, do we just stop “being”?

    Here are the answers that The Word (Christ) tells us – With the arrival of Jesus, the Messiah, that fateful dilemma is resolved. 

    Those who enter into Christ’s being-here-for-us no longer have to live under a continuous, low-lying black cloud. A new power is in operation. The Spirit of life in Christ, like a strong wind, has magnificently cleared the air, freeing you from a fated lifetime of brutal tyranny at the hands of sin and death. 

    God went for the jugular when he sent his own Son. He didn’t deal with the problem as something remote and unimportant.

     In his Son, Jesus, he personally took on the human condition, entered the disordered mess of struggling humanity in order to set it right once and for all. 

    The law code, weakened as it always was by fractured human nature, could never have done that. The law always ended up being used as a Band-Aid on sin instead of a deep healing of it. 

    And now what the law code asked for but we couldn’t deliver is accomplished as we, instead of redoubling our own efforts, simply embrace what the Spirit is doing in us

    Those who think they can do it on their own end up obsessed with measuring their own moral muscle but never get around to exercising it in real life. 

    Those who trust God’s action in them find that God’s Spirit is in them—living and breathing God! 

    Obsession with self in these matters is a dead end; attention to God leads us out into the open, into a spacious, free life. 

    Focusing on the self is the opposite of focusing on God. 

    Anyone completely absorbed in self ignores God, ends up thinking more about self than God. That person ignores who God is and what he is doing

    And God isn’t pleased at being ignored. 

    But if God himself has taken up residence in your life, you can hardly be thinking more of yourself than of him. Anyone, of course, who has not welcomed this invisible but clearly present God, the Spirit of Christ, won’t know what we’re talking about. But for you who welcome him, in whom he dwells—even though you still experience all the limitations of sin—you yourself experience life on God’s terms.

     It stands to reason, doesn’t it, that if the alive-and-present God who raised Jesus from the dead moves into your life, he’ll do the same thing in you that he did in Jesus, bringing you alive to himself? 

    When God lives and breathes in you (and he does, as surely as he did in Jesus), you are delivered from that dead life. With his Spirit living in you, your body will be as alive as Christ’s! 

    So don’t you see that we don’t owe this old do-it-yourself life one red cent. There’s nothing in it for us, nothing at all. The best thing to do is give it a decent burial and get on with your new life. 

    God’s Spirit beckons. There are things to do and places to go! This resurrection life you received from God is not a timid, grave-tending life. It’s adventurously expectant, greeting God with a childlike “What’s next, Papa?” 

    God’s Spirit touches our spirits and confirms who we really are. 

    We know who he is, and we know who we are: Father and children. 

    And we know we are going to get what’s coming to us—an unbelievable inheritance! 

    We go through exactly what Christ goes through. If we go through the hard times with him, then we’re certainly going to go through the good times with him! That’s why I don’t think there’s any comparison between the present hard times and the coming good times. 

    The created world itself can hardly wait for what’s coming next. Everything in creation is being more or less held back. God reins it in until both creation and all the creatures are ready and can be released at the same moment into the glorious times ahead. 

    Meanwhile, the joyful anticipation deepens. All around us we observe a pregnant creation. The difficult times of pain throughout the world are simply birth pangs. But it’s not only around us; it’s within us. 

    The Spirit of God is arousing us within. 

    (Say it again) The Spirit of God is arousing us within.

    (Amen, may it be so) The Spirit of God is arousing us within.

    We’re also feeling the birth pangs. These sterile and barren bodies of ours are yearning for full deliverance.

     That is why waiting does not diminish us, any more than waiting diminishes a pregnant mother. We are enlarged in the waiting. 

    We, of course, don’t see what is enlarging us. But the longer we wait, the larger we become, and the more joyful our expectancy

    Meanwhile, the moment we get tired in the waiting, God’s Spirit is right alongside helping us along. If we don’t know how or what to pray, it doesn’t matter. He does our praying in and for us, making prayer out of our wordless sighs, our aching groans

    He knows us far better than we know ourselves, knows our pregnant condition, and keeps us present before God. That’s why we can be so sure that every detail in our lives of love for God is worked into something good

    God knew what he was doing from the very beginning. He decided from the outset to shape the lives of those who love him along the same lines as the life of his Son. The Son stands first in the line of humanity he restored. We see the original and intended shape of our lives there in him. After God made that decision of what his children should be like, he followed it up by calling people by name. After he called them by name, he set them on a solid basis with himself. And then, after getting them established, he stayed with them to the end, gloriously completing what he had begun. 

    So, what do you think? With God on our side like this, how can we lose? If God didn’t hesitate to put everything on the line for us, embracing our condition and exposing himself to the worst by sending his own Son, is there anything else he wouldn’t gladly and freely do for us? 

    And who would dare tangle with God by messing with one of God’s chosen?

     Who would dare even to point a finger? 

    The One who died for us—who was raised to life for us!—is in the presence of God at this very moment sticking up for us. 

    Do you think anyone is going to be able to drive a wedge between us and Christ’s love for us? There is no way! Not trouble, not hard times, not hatred, not hunger, not homelessness, not bullying threats, not backstabbing, not even the worst sins listed in Scripture: They kill us in cold blood because they hate you. We’re sitting ducks; they pick us off one by one. None of this fazes us because Jesus loves us

    I’m absolutely convinced that nothing—nothing living or dead, angelic or demonic, today or tomorrow, high or low, thinkable or unthinkable—absolutely nothing can get between us and God’s love because of the way that Jesus our Master has embraced us.

    Romans 8:1‭-‬39 MSG

    You hear of ‘accepting’ Christ. Now it’s time to let Him call you by name & accept you.

    Best Labor Day Everrrrrrrrrrr

    I was blessed to be with all 4 of my children this past Labor Day weekend. It goes without saying how much we miss my son who was promoted to Glory just 2 years ago.

    It’s not alway easy to capture group photos, let alone all get together. I’ve noticed that sometimes it is the candid shots that say the most and the times away from each other that makes getting together all the better. 

    We went to the “CINO DOME” in the Orlando Science Center.

    The full projectors were no working so they showed a DVD of the short documentary “Forces Of Nature” on the huge screen but it came out smaller than even the average size movie theater screen. The best part was we were seated in the back & I was able to make shadow puppets during the show.

    In the Cino Dome

    When we were back in my oldest daughter’s apartment we enjoyed watching vines on youtube (short video vines, already being a thing of the past) & listening to music. 

    I wasn’t sure if they had ever heard the song “Evolution” by Geoff Moore, especially the intro. to the song so I played it and did my best pantomime performance…

    On my way there.

    The weekend started with my, soon to be son-in-law, picking me up in St. Augustine and driving me to Orlando. Seeing a ranbow was an extra blessing. 

    On their way there

    The day before this he & my oldest picked up the 3 younger daughters and brought them to their new apt. in Orlando.

    Superman’s Phone Booth…what is a phone booth daddy?

    I’ve always said we could do everything or nothing no matter what being together is the real adventure. 

    We are all superheroes to each other. Much like the most recent superhero movies we have our share of arguments too and until we unite things are a little unjust.

    Special note: while at the science center one of the biggest thrills was seeing a phone booth with an “old fashion phone”. I remember using the round dial & waiting for those numbers to go all the way around.

    Disney Springs

    Another thrill was Disney Springs & the Coke-a-Cola store where they let me free ride my Wheelchair down the enormous ramp that went around the outside of the building.

    3 li’l aliens
    Coke samples

    We also went to two malls. We were on the hunt for “Plum colored” dresses for my eldest daughter’s wedding coming up in just 2 months.

    What an adventure, shopping with 4 daughters!

    Again, what is a phone booth daddy?

    Over all we anticipated having the best weekend ever together and we were not disappointed.

    I wanted to be sure and capture this on my blog because it is such an important part of my life.