The Shared Breath
A quiet remembrance on how every inhale is borrowed and every exhale is a gift — a reflection that begins in a shared bed, expands through family, and ends in communion with all that breathes.
Living Intentionally For Evolving L.I.F.E.
Wisdom is how you live.
Category Living With Intention
Christian Is a State of Being
To be Christian is not to claim belief but to remember grace — love without boundaries, forgiveness without limits, kindness without expectations.
Her Lord, Her Holding: What the Hymn Still Teaches Us
When the Church forgets she is her—a living body, not a brand—we begin to lose the very tenderness that holds us. This reflection begins with an old hymn and ends as an invitation to feel again what we were made to hold.
The Commandments Decoded
What if the Ten Commandments were never laws to obey, but invitations to remain in divine union?
Changed by the World
I’m not trying to change the world. I’ve just chosen to be completely changed by it.
Grace Doesn’t Need Fillers
We train our children to avoid ah and um, yet fill our own silence with noise.
Maybe grace doesn’t live in the words we speak, but in the space between them—
where sparks enter, and presence begins.
The Scenery of Want and Need
A reflection on how inherited protection becomes conditioning — and how presence restores the balance between prosperity and pain, want and need.
Human Polarity: Privilege or Poverty
Privilege and poverty are not opposites—they’re proof we’ve drifted from union. This reflection traces how ritual, reward, and rhetoric sustain distance, how religion turns doctrine into a ledger, and how the Christ of Proximity restores presence: not gold or gray, but sky returned to breath.
When Logic Reaches Its Limits
Logic builds systems. Trust sustains them.
When logic reaches its limits, it doesn’t collapse — it transforms into trust.
Because the moment you stop needing to understand everything, you start belonging to it.
Thine Own Way
Sometimes the songs we sing badly stay with us the longest. “Have Thine Own Way, Lord” was one of those for me—a melody I once mumbled through, now a prayer that shapes the way I live. What I missed in tune, I’ve learned in time: that grace doesn’t need perfection to be heard. It only asks that we stay soft enough to be shaped.