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Wednesday, May 31, 2017

Freedom From vs Freedom ToBe

For many Freedom is understood through the lense if being free from...

Addiction
Pain
Loneliness
Him/Her
The Situation
The Job
Debt
Poverty
Etc.

So we follow the rat race seeking whatever we think will make us free. When that doesn't provide the freedom we sought, we seek another fix, and another... An endless cycle of seeking freedom but never being free.

What if Freedom has nothing to do with whatever jail you are in, however you've defined your personal jail.

What if Freedom is about becoming WHO you were always meant to be... And in that pursuit all the "other" (addiction, pain, the jails) falls off when you aren't even looking...

You don't know when you got "free from", you just look back and realize you don't have all the issues you had. You have battles in front of you but you have definitely won some battles too, and you didn't​even notice you had won.

It's as though the act of becoming a butterfly was so profound that you have trouble remembering what it was like to crawl.

People who lose a limb often experience phantom pains in the missing limb. This is because the neural pathways are still there even though the limb is gone.

Prescribing meds for the pain only serves to reenforce the pathway telling the brain the limb is still there.

The key is to retrain the brain, create new pathways, show the brain the limb is gone. To do this, the new nerve endings must be activated. Rubbing the new stump of the leg with a variety of materials, soft, hard, scratchy, etc., causes the brain to rewire and recognize the new stump, creating new neural pathways.

That's your job, and my job, now... Scratch the new limb. That's the purpose of prayer and Bible study, church, small groups, etc...

They are not dead religious activities, they are opportunities to scratch the new limb (your born again spirit).

Go scratch something...

Freedom From vs Freedom ToBe

For many Freedom is understood through the lense if being free from...

Addiction
Pain
Loneliness
Him/Her
The Situation
The Job
Debt
Poverty
Etc.

So we follow the rat race seeking whatever we think will make us free. When that doesn't provide the freedom we sought, we seek another fix, and another... An endless cycle of seeking freedom but never being free.

What if Freedom has nothing to do with whatever jail you are in, however you've defined your personal jail.

What if Freedom is about becoming WHO you were always meant to be... And in that pursuit all the "other" (addiction, pain, the jails) falls off when you aren't even looking...

You don't know when you got "free from", you just look back and realize you don't have all the issues you had. You have battles in front of you but you have definitely won some battles too, and you didn't​even notice you had won.

It's as though the act of becoming a butterfly was so profound that you have trouble remembering what it was like to crawl.

People who lose a limb often experience phantom pains in the missing limb. This is because the neural pathways are still there even though the limb is gone.

Prescribing meds for the pain only serves to reenforce the pathway telling the brain the limb is still there.

The key is to retrain the brain, create new pathways, show the brain the limb is gone. To do this, the new nerve endings must be activated. Rubbing the new stump of the leg with a variety of materials, soft, hard, scratchy, etc., causes the brain to rewire and recognize the new stump, creating new neural pathways.

That's your job, and my job, now... Scratch the new limb. That's the purpose of prayer and Bible study, church, small groups, etc...

They are not dead religious activities, they are opportunities to scratch the new limb (your born again spirit).

Go scratch something...

Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep...

Idaho isn't all it was cracked up to be in my head. We got here with a few arguments along the way, but that's normal trip stuff.

Once we arrived, nothing worked. All the apartments were gone, leased between 1 day and 5 minutes before we arrived. We were stuck at a hotel an extra two weeks.

We eventually landed a small house with no central air, for more than we planned to pay before moving here, but it was clearly a God given find, so we took it.

I'd been contacted over and over for writing contracts, once I got here, those calls vanished. I ended up at an amazing company, one I think I can make a great career with, but at half the pay I was expecting before moving to Idaho (the pay those writers contracts would have paid).

We planned to attend a specific church, but once we got here it never clicked, never felt right. We found another, it's clicking, but there's a lot to miss about our home church in Texas. I miss nothing about Texas, except that church.

So... Now what? No clue. Trust God, follow his voice. See what's next...

Valla Con Dios...

We'll keep listening. We'll serve where we're planted. Take the opportunities as they come. Go from there...

#BeStill&Hear

Sunday, May 21, 2017

Eternity

Heart of the City Church May 20, 2017 ==================================== The Eternal Season null http://bible.com/events/220385 ==================================== John 8:31-32 NKJV Then Jesus said to those Jews who believed Him, “If you abide in My word, you are My disciples indeed. And you shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free.” http://bible.com/114/jhn.8.31-32.NKJV II Peter 2:1-3 NKJV But there were also false prophets among the people, even as there will be false teachers among you, who will secretly bring in destructive heresies, even denying the Lord who bought them, and bring on themselves swift destruction. And many will follow their destructive ways, because of whom the way of truth will be blasphemed. By covetousness they will exploit you with deceptive words; for a long time their judgment has not been idle, and their destruction does not slumber. http://bible.com/114/2pe.2.1-3.NKJV John 14:6 NKJV Jesus said to him, “I am the way, the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through Me. http://bible.com/114/jhn.14.6.NKJV II Peter 2:4-11 NKJV For if God did not spare the angels who sinned, but cast them down to hell and delivered them into chains of darkness, to be reserved for judgment; and did not spare the ancient world, but saved Noah, one of eight people , a preacher of righteousness, bringing in the flood on the world of the ungodly; and turning the cities of Sodom and Gomorrah into ashes, condemned them to destruction, making them an example to those who afterward would live ungodly; and delivered righteous Lot, who was oppressed by the filthy conduct of the wicked (for that righteous man, dwelling among them, tormented his righteous soul from day to day by seeing and hearing their lawless deeds)— then the Lord knows how to deliver the godly out of temptations and to reserve the unjust under punishment for the day of judgment, and especially those who walk according to the flesh in the lust of uncleanness and despise authority. They are presumptuous, self-willed. They are not afraid to speak evil of dignitaries, whereas angels, who are greater in power and might, do not bring a reviling accusation against them before the Lord. http://bible.com/114/2pe.2.4-11.NKJV Matthew 25:41-46 NKJV “Then He will also say to those on the left hand, ‘Depart from Me, you cursed, into the everlasting fire prepared for the devil and his angels: for I was hungry and you gave Me no food; I was thirsty and you gave Me no drink; I was a stranger and you did not take Me in, naked and you did not clothe Me, sick and in prison and you did not visit Me.’ “Then they also will answer Him, saying, ‘Lord, when did we see You hungry or thirsty or a stranger or naked or sick or in prison, and did not minister to You?’ Then He will answer them, saying, ‘Assuredly, I say to you, inasmuch as you did not do it to one of the least of these, you did not do it to Me.’ And these will go away into everlasting punishment, but the righteous into eternal life.” http://bible.com/114/mat.25.41-46.NKJV Matthew 25:30 NKJV And cast the unprofitable servant into the outer darkness. There will be weeping and gnashing of teeth.’ http://bible.com/114/mat.25.30.NKJV Matthew 5:22 NKJV But I say to you that whoever is angry with his brother without a cause shall be in danger of the judgment. And whoever says to his brother, ‘Raca!’ shall be in danger of the council. But whoever says, ‘You fool!’ shall be in danger of hell fire. http://bible.com/114/mat.5.22.NKJV Mark 9:43-48 NKJV If your hand causes you to sin, cut it off. It is better for you to enter into life maimed, rather than having two hands, to go to hell, into the fire that shall never be quenched— where ‘Their worm does not die And the fire is not quenched.’ And if your foot causes you to sin, cut it off. It is better for you to enter life lame, rather than having two feet, to be cast into hell, into the fire that shall never be quenched— where ‘Their worm does not die, And the fire is not quenched.’ And if your eye causes you to sin, pluck it out. It is better for you to enter the kingdom of God with one eye, rather than having two eyes, to be cast into hell fire— where ‘Their worm does not die And the fire is not quenched.’ http://bible.com/114/mrk.9.43-48.NKJV I Timothy 2:3-4 NKJV For this is good and acceptable in the sight of God our Savior, who desires all men to be saved and to come to the knowledge of the truth. http://bible.com/114/1ti.2.3-4.NKJV II Peter 3:9 NKJV The Lord is not slack concerning His promise, as some count slackness, but is longsuffering toward us, not willing that any should perish but that all should come to repentance. http://bible.com/114/2pe.3.9.NKJV Heaven Is a Real Place Genesis 2:4 NKJV This is the history of the heavens and the earth when they were created, in the day that the Lord God made the earth and the heavens, http://bible.com/114/gen.2.4.NKJV Revelation 21:1-8 NKJV Now I saw a new heaven and a new earth, for the first heaven and the first earth had passed away. Also there was no more sea. Then I, John, saw the holy city, New Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband. And I heard a loud voice from heaven saying, “Behold, the tabernacle of God is with men, and He will dwell with them, and they shall be His people. God Himself will be with them and be their God. And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes; there shall be no more death, nor sorrow, nor crying. There shall be no more pain, for the former things have passed away.” Then He who sat on the throne said, “Behold, I make all things new.” And He said to me, “Write, for these words are true and faithful.” And He said to me, “It is done! I am the Alpha and the Omega, the Beginning and the End. I will give of the fountain of the water of life freely to him who thirsts. He who overcomes shall inherit all things, and I will be his God and he shall be My son. But the cowardly, unbelieving, abominable, murderers, sexually immoral, sorcerers, idolaters, and all liars shall have their part in the lake which burns with fire and brimstone, which is the second death.” http://bible.com/114/rev.21.1-8.NKJV

Saturday, May 20, 2017

Because... Parents aren't always right. #DadLessons

"Because I said so!", Alex screamed, as he slammed the Bible on the table. The walls shook slightly, the reverberation of his voice trembled through the hall. His face was bright red.

The small boys face muscles scrunched up and he took a step back. Kyle could never know which behavior was going to set his Dad off again. His pulse is beating in his throat. Palms sweaty against his tiny pant legs.

Alex pointed to the back, "Go to your room. Now!"

Kyle reluctantly agreed. In trouble again, but not quite sure why this time. If only he could figure out how to ask a question without triggering world war three.

Kyle took the Lego creation he'd made earlier, the one he'd saved all day to show his Dad, the one his Dad had no time to see right now... He tossed it against the wall. Legos splattered into a million tiny plastic rain drops. He'd probably get in trouble for that too but at least he'd get some attention.

Selah

Thursday, May 18, 2017

White Noise | Distortion | Scene Two | TBC

A few THC pills, more than necessary, stopped Ash's hands from shaking as he filled a short glass with ice and Jameson's. Topping it off with a sleeping pill, and the night was sure to embrace him soon.

The night air bit his nose as Ash stepped out onto the patio; he'd spent worse nights than this in the deserts. Ash zipped up the sub-zero sleeping bag and settled into the hammock. Night owls and bats were still out this time of year and they're combined symphony was the final step to his sleep concoction.

***

The mess hall wasn't as full this time of day. The food was dry by late afternoon but it was never very good anyway. Ash twirled spegettiini on his fork as two guys nearby chattered on about what they'd do when they get home.

Suddenly time slowed down. The roof caved in and a compression wave through him against the wall. He slid down the wall losing consciousness. 

When he came-to a few moments later there was total chaos. Other buildings were collapsing, missile fire. Through the smoke, Ash saw bodies laying in contorted positions. The two men nearest him wouldn't be going home after all.

He had no injuries that he could feel. Ash tested his balance, nothing broken.

He made his way over the rubble and out through a hole in the wall. Others would care for the wounded this is what he was built for.

The armory. The spoters tower was gone. He grabbed his rifle and made his way to an antenna tower on the edge of camp. Through the scope Ash made out five shooters, two holding miscle launchers. He aimed at the first center mass and fired, re scoped the second launcher and fired again. The first was just falling by the time the second target was hit.

The remaining three were crouching behind some rocks. One ran for the hill side, then there was two. Like coke cans on a fence.

Two ran for the Jeep, keeping their heads down. He didn't need to see them, just the seat backs. 

One

Zero

The Jeep drove off into a hillside. By this point the troops had geared up and drove out in the Hummers to ensure there were no more. His job was done. 

Days later he received a note...


***

The next day, drowsier than usual, Ash woke to a beam of light piercing his closed eyes. A reflection from the glass sliding door. That meant it was later in the morning than Ash card to admit.








Darrell G. Wolfe

Storyteller | Writer | Thinker | Consultant | Multipotentialite

Tuesday, May 9, 2017

Simply Grateful: It's more blessed to give than receive... So be humble and let someone give to you.

Receiving gifts is hard for me... 


Yesterday was orientation and today was my first day at a new job location. They prepared a gift bag full of fun treats and a hand-made card:


I mentioned Pokemon during the interview and they took note of it. Remembered it. Then used it to personalize my card.

Amazing! Stellar Service! Totally blown away.

Inside, though, part of me also took it for granted. Anytime I'm the center of attention I run from it as fast as I can. So I left shortly after and went back to my office to train on the computer.

The whole way back to the desk there was this inner voice saying:

"Aww... that's just what companies do for new hires... you're not that special. Don't let it get to your head..."

News Flash, ladies and gentlemen, that is false humility. It's actually serving to lessen the gift by a refusal to be simply grateful.

I can give and give and give and expect nothing in return, that's second nature to me; however, I have a hard time receiving gifts. There's a strong sense of "I'm not worthy" running underneath everything I do.... every thought I have... and for good reason.

I'm not.

As the Apostle Paul once said, I'm the Cheif of Sinners.

That aside, wallowing in this "I'm not worthy" thought place will keep you from receiving more from God. It will also prevent you from being simply grateful, which is your gift back to the gift-giver.

If you need a spin that makes you feel like you are doing something:

Your gift to the giver is "gratitude". 

Just smile, and say: "Thank you!" The giver is going to feel best when you appreciate the gift. I think I said thank you, but I'm quick to run away from gift-giving sessions in which I am the center of attention. I once ran away from a surprise birthday party and locked myself in a room for hours.

That is wrong.

Humility sometimes means letting someone else have the privilege of being a giver. If it truly is more blessed to give than receive, then someone has to be the receiver for the giver to give to... so allow yourself to be given to, it's an act of service to the giver, an act of humility.

There's nothing you could ever do to earn God's free gift of His son, Jesus. He is a gift. So you owe it to the Father to be simply grateful, and you owe it to the Father to be grateful to his ambassadors too when they give to you on this earth too (whether they know it's from Him or not).

Tomorrow, I'm going to send an email to the team thanking them!

That's my thought for today,

Darrell G. Wolfe

Storyteller | Writer | Thinker | Consultant | Multipotentialite



Sunday, May 7, 2017

DNA Of The Heart | Church Notes

Heart Of The City Church May 6, 2017

DNA Of The Heart: http://bible.com/events/213349

==================================== Local churches mentioned in the Bible:

  • Antioch, Pisidia: Acts 13:14; Gal 1:2 
  • Antioch, Syria: Acts 11:26 (Paul's home base) 
  • Athens: Acts 17:34 
  • Babylon: 1 Peter 5:13; Acts 2:9 
  • Berea: Acts 17:11 
  • Caesarea: Acts 10:1,48 
  • Cenchrea: Rom 16:1 
  • Colossae: Col 1:2 Corinth: Acts 18:1 
  • Crete: Titus 1:5 
  • Cyrene: Acts 11:20 
  • Damascus: Acts 9:19 
  • Derbe: Acts 14:20; Gal 1:2 
  • Ephesus: Acts 18:19 
  • Hierapolis Col 4:13 
  • Iconium: Acts 14:1; Gal 1:2 
  • Jerusalem: Acts 2:5 
  • Joppa: Acts 9:36, 38 
  • Laodicea: Rev 1:11, Col 4:15 
  • Lydda: Acts 9:32 
  • Lystra: Acts 14:6; Gal 1:2 
  • Pergamum: Rev 1:11 
  • Philadelphia: Rev 1:11 
  • Philippi: Acts 16:12 
  • Puteoli, Italy: Acts 28:13-14 
  • Rome: Rom 1:7 
  • Sardis: Rev 1:11 
  • Sharon: Acts 9:35 
  • Smyrna: Rev 1:11 
  • Tarsus: Acts 9:30 
  • Thessalonica: Acts 17:1 
  • Thyatira: Rev 1:11; Acts 16:14 
  • Troas: Acts 20:6-7 


House Of Grace --------------------------- You want grace extended to you? Extend grace to others. ---------------------------

Ephesians 2:8-9 NKJ For by grace you have been saved through faith, and that not of yourselves; it is the gift of God, not of works, lest anyone should boast. http://bible.com/114/eph.2.8-9.NKJV City On A Hill ---------------------------

In the same way you freely talk about your favorite sports team or movie, you should be able to talk freely about Jesus. ---------------------------

House Of Prayer ---------------------------

PUSH, Pray Until Something Happens Prayer is the engine room if the Church. ---------------------------

Mark 11:17 NKJV Then He taught, saying to them, “Is it not written, ‘My house shall be called a house of prayer for all nations’ ? But you have made it a ‘den of thieves.’ ” http://bible.com/114/mrk.11.17.NKJV

House Of Restoration ---------------------------

Restoration is the act of returning something to its former owner or condition (or better). ---------------------------

House Of Redemption Titus 2:14 NKJV who gave Himself for us, that He might redeem us from every lawless deed and purify for Himself His own special people, zealous for good works. http://bible.com/114/tit.2.14.NKJV House Of Healing ---------------------------

Good still heals! ---------------------------

Acts 10:38 NKJV how God anointed Jesus of Nazareth with the Holy Spirit and with power, who went about doing good and healing all who were oppressed by the devil, for God was with Him. http://bible.com/114/act.10.38.NKJV House Of Faith ---------------------------

Believe God and his promises. ---------------------------

Genesis 15:6 NKJV And he believed in the Lord , and He accounted it to him for righteousness. http://bible.com/114/gen.15.6.NKJV Safe House ---------------------------

City of refuge, safe place, if you've created a mess of life, this is a safe place to be. ---------------------------

The Whole Army ---------------------------

No more standing by the side lines. It's time to stand up and be a part of the battle. We are all equal and have a role to play in the end time battle. Bonus: We are a house of worship! ---------------------------

Galatians 3:28 NKJV There is neither Jew nor Greek, there is neither slave nor free, there is neither male nor female; for you are all one in Christ Jesus. http://bible.com/114/gal.3.28.NKJV Matthew 23:11 NKJV But he who is greatest among you shall be your servant. http://bible.com/114/mat.23.11.NKJV

Exodus 21:5-6 NKJV But if the servant plainly says, ‘I love my master, my wife, and my children; I will not go out free,’ then his master shall bring him to the judges. He shall also bring him to the door, or to the doorpost, and his master shall pierce his ear with an awl; and he shall serve him forever. http://bible.com/114/exo.21.5-6.NKJV

Darrell G. Wolfe

Storyteller | Writer | Thinker | Consultant | Multipotentialite

Tuesday, May 2, 2017

White Noise - Distortion - Grounded Cafe - Re-Write #3

*White Noise - Distortion - Grounded Cafe - Re-Write #3

***

Grounded Cafe


Through the window of the Grounded Cafe, Ash noticed two men dressed in all black duck behind a blue minivan. Ice ran down his spine. His right arm shot to the Glock 9mm at his side. Sucking a breath he took a second look—  They were gone. Black mist poured out from under the minivan and evaporated into the early morning air.

He shook his head, closed his eyes. Counting to ten, silently, Ash released the grip on his sidearm, which he now realized was a tape measure and not a Glock. Ash hadn’t had a right to carry a weapon since he left the service. He let his arm fall to his side. Reality settled back onto his shoulders.

A college age girl walked by just outside the window, head buried in her smartphone. She bumped into Chester, the town’s crazy old homeless man who was headed the other direction. She didn’t even notice. He gave her a dirty looked and kept walking the other way. She sat down at a table just outside the farthest window of the Cafe. A small green frog sat on her shoulder. The bottom half of the frog was a mist that disappeared into her spine. The frog’s red eyes stared at Ash, and it cocked its head to one side. Then it was gone.

He didn’t see these creatures on every person, and they weren’t all exactly alike. But he saw them often enough. PTSD, Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, his doctor had called it. They tried giving him a mountain of drugs to help him sleep and keep the delusions at a minimum. Nothing really helped. When Washington legalized medicinal THC, his doctor gave him the card he would need. He crossed the border once a month for his medicine.

Since then, sleep was more regular but the delusions came and went. He could still hear the diagnosis in his mind. “As long as you are not a harm to yourself or others, you should be just fine. Think of it as an amusing distraction,” the doctor advised.

“Ash,” Derek the Barist’ called his attention to the present. “Here you go, man. Extra Large Java-Chip, Almond Milk, Three Shots, with Peppermint and Whip. I even through a candied coffee bean on there for you.”

Turning from the window, Ash grabbed his coffee from the stand. “Thanks, Derek”.

“Always my friend.” Derek kept smiling as he turned his attention to the next order.

The cool leather crunched and crinkled as Ash settled into his favorite corner chair. Up against a wall so nobody could surprise him. Within a quick few steps from three exit paths. Easy to be missed in the dark corner but easy to scope the entire room at the same time.

A young man with a hoodie typing furiously at a keyboard. A woman talking on the phone, failing to pacify the toddler in the stroller to her side. Two men speaking in hushed tones at a table across the way. It’s not quite full season yet, so the Cafe’ isn’t too busy—

Screeching tires— Crunching metal— Thud— the building shook slightly. The small-town crowd that had been meandering between the stores that recently opened for the season began pooling just outside the view of the front window.

Ash took his coffee from the side table and headed out the front door. The two men Ash had seen huddled in conversation across the cafe pushed past him on the way out the door to see what was happening.

Steam billowed from what was left of the front end of an old silver Honda Civic, 1990’s model.The car was T-boned into the side of a black Toyota pick-up. Both drivers had already gotten out of the vehicles. No one to rescue.

“What do you care?” said Chester, an old man with a graying beard and brown plaid dress jacket who was climbing up into the back of the pick-up. “Yeah— I know—” he yelled then her murmured something Ash couldn’t hear.

Great— He’s having another episode.

“Chester,” Ash said. “Chester, is that you old man? Why don’t you come down from there?”

Chester, the town Kook as some called him, looked at Ash with a flicker of recognition which faded quickly. Just behind him, a dark mist rose from the bed of the truck.

Not again. Not now.

The mist grew until it towered over Chester as a father over his toddler. It grew arms with bulging muscles but the head of a bull, red eyes, and three white streaks across its chest.

Another smaller creature, akin to a hairless monkey, was coming out of Chester’s spine and whispering into his ear. Reacting to each murmur as though it were the other half of an invisible conversation.

The larger creature stared directly at Ash. It bent down and the smaller creature evaporated. The bull-man whispered into Chester’s ear and he too snapped his attention at Ash. Then he leapt off the truck toward Ash, knocking down two men from the crowd on his way to the street.

Ash felt his feet sticking to the pavement as though they were glued. He raised one arm in defense as the old man tackled him, nails trashing at his throat.

“Jesus—,” Ash let out.

The old man stopped attacking, looking dazed. Ash needed no further opening. He struck the old man in the chin with his elbow and followed with a strike to the side of the neck with a knife hand. Rolling out from under him, he hog-tied Chester with his own belt, then he sat on him with one knee to keep him from moving.

Siren’s broke up the crowd and the Sheriff’s SUV pulled to stop next to them.

“You alright?” The Sheriff asked.

“Danny,” Ash replied. “To be honest, I’m feeling a bit embarrassed that I was caught off guard by a crazy old homeless man.” They both laughed.

“I’ll take it from here,” Danny and his deputy Ralph took Chester and laid him in the back seat of the squad car.

“You need medical attention,” Danny said. “Your neck is all scratched to heck, man.”

“No,” Ash replied. “It’s not as bad as it looks. I’ll take care of it at home.”

“Whatever you say, but I need you down at the station for a statement tomorrow. OK?”

“Sounds good. See you then, Danny.”

“Cool. Take care of that, Ash.”

Ash started to reach for the coffee that had miraculously survived the ordeal, when the same young woman from earlier, still oblivious to the world, walked by and kicked the drink open, pouring all over the pavement and the bottom edge of his jeans.

“Great! Thanks, lady!” Ash yelled. She kept walking. She either didn’t hear or pretended not to.

“Could this day get any better?” Ash mumbled to himself as he walked down the street for home.


***

End Scene. A story by,


Darrell G. Wolfe

Storyteller | Writer | Thinker | Consultant | Multipotentialite

Monday, May 1, 2017

It's a new season...


I just read a Facebook post from a friend/close acquaintance I know who was just laid off from a place I wanted to work at one time. It reminded me of my current season here...

I came to North Idaho with plans.... and they haven't worked out the way I intended. I'm not living where I thought I'd live, working where I thought I'd work, or doing the things I thought I'd be doing.

This season feels like a microcosm of my life... I'm not where I thought I'd be by now. I'm having trouble coming up with the motivation to do the things I maybe ought to be doing.

*Shhhh... Do you feel that? That wind gently blowing through the trees, down the hills, brushing your shoulders...

It's a new season! It's a fresh anointing.... it's coming your way.

The past doesn't matter. Not ten years ago, ten months ago, or ten minutes ago. God is always ready, ever ready, to do a new thing. He does best with participating people.

If you are feeling like I am, it's time to go into Low Slow.... shift down a few gears. Don't run after everything that shines, every job application, every idea, every fleeting feeling... Listen for the One who knows the best path, the one you haven't seen yet. Let Him lead you right to it.

Most of all... trust that this new season.

It's a season of power. The same power raised Christ Jesus from the dead. The same power that created a prosperous Abraham, a successful Joseph, a powerhouse in Elijah, and a double powerhouse in Elisha.

Watch this as you meditate on your new season:





Darrell G. Wolfe

Storyteller | Writer | Thinker | Consultant | Multipotentialite

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