Life’s Purpose Is Life
How a tattoo taught me systems, drift, and the beginning of my discernment.
Wisdom is how you live.
How a tattoo taught me systems, drift, and the beginning of my discernment.
A reflection on what happens when a life stretches beyond its natural shape — and the quiet grace of returning to the river you really are.
What started as a curiosity about meme culture carried me back to rupture, to grace, to Christ,
and to the simple, sacred decision to be. Always.
This reflection traces how presence and grace live in tension: between clarity and kindness, between comfort and awakening,
between the Christ who soothes and the one who stirs.
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.
I never really interviewed for jobs. Each one found me through presence. And this morning I realized — Christ has been my longest interviewer.
To be Christian is not to claim belief but to remember grace — love without boundaries, forgiveness without limits, kindness without expectations.
Jesus isn’t just the Redeemer.
He’s the Reviver—the Protagonist of Time,
walking backward through the chaos
to make sure love still makes it to the end.
What if the Ten Commandments were never laws to obey, but invitations to remain in divine union?
When the world feels still enough to listen, have you noticed grace moving through you — not as emotion to feel, but as alignment already happening within?