ON GROWTH & BECOMING

THE THINGS I CURRENTLY DESIRE ARE ALREADY POSSESSED BY A FUTURE ME. THE JOB OF THE PRESENT ME IS TO GROW IN CHARACTER INTO BECOMING SOMEONE WORTHY OF HAVING WHAT FUTURE ME POSSESSES.
THE FUTURE IS PREGNANT WITH POSSIBILITIES AND THERE IS ONLY ONE LIMIT TO OUR ACHIEVING.
THE SAME LIMIT THAT WAS GIVEN TO OUR FATHER, ABRAHAM - "AS FAR AS YOUR EYES CAN SEE."

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HARNESS THE ABILITIES OF YOUR INNER EYES TO SEE BEYOND THE REALM OF TIME AND SPACE.
PEER BUT FOR A MOMENT INTO THE FABRIC OF ETERNITY FOR THERE YOU WILL SEE WITH THE LENS OF HE WHO EXISTS OUTSIDE THE CONFINES OF TIME, THE YOU THAT HE CALLED... THE YOU HE FOREKNEW... THE ONE WHO ALREADY HAS IN HIS HANDS, EVERYTHING YOU DESIRE.

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And God said...
"Let there be greatness"
And there was...
ME

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People ask me what my drive for success is, and really, there's a lot of things.
But at the root of all of it, there is one truth.
I am a servant of God, and I believe a servant of the ruler of the universe cannot live a mediocre life.
This is my life's creed... To live a life that can be summarized into the simple sentence,

"JEHOVAH JIREH!"

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Permit me to immortalize your being
Rain down songs of praise on the artistry of your creation.
Carefully sculpt each crevice and curve with the spatula of my words
And
Colorfully paint a picture of a wonderfully spinning tale
Kind beauty, permit me the honor of immortalizing your being
If you don't mind,
Become my muse.

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... To make the world a better place, we must long after true understanding and not wanton criticism. An understanding born of experiencing and evaluation, not only of the outside world, but also of our very selves!

By the understanding that to find fault in others is to project ourselves to the broad screen of the world's stage, where our inner minds are depicted by our words as presented through our criticisms of others!...

Excerpts from a book yet to be written

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Today, I remembered the face of my father.
A thousand smiles danced across my cheek
A forlorn tear hung close to my eyes
With the strength forged from years of bonding
I braced myself for another cycle
Another 365 days in the pages of eternity,
Knowing this mortal coil will never grace me with your touch
Still, I revel in the promise anchored at your departure
"I will only leave when you are ready to go on"
And with that promise etched in my heart,
I press on daily.

Today, I remembered the face of my father
I bear the name with pride
And by that name, I will do right!

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Walk consciously upon this Earth, in the knowledge that every step you take is a seed. Through your conscious volition, with each step you take, plant the seed of Love upon the earth.
As you give freely of this love to the earth, in rejoicing, mother Earth will open her bowels to you and from her bounties shower abundance upon you.
Willingly she will protect you from the ill seeds with which she, in revolt visits the rest of your kind.
But you man, must take the first step and stand guard for her sake. Protect her, and in return she, in love will visit you in blessings.

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Gold, without the fiery presence of the furnace is just brown dust, of very little worth, like the rest of the dirt from which it is dug up.

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I've missed this feeling of holding my pen
Feeling the ink float freely across the lines of parchment on my desk
Yet with one line from you, a thousand words dance across my mind
Elated, I grasp the moment, diving for my pen and my blank white sheet.
And in a matter of seconds,
The spaces are filled with colorful conjurations of plausible realities
It is the way you make it effortless
The way you shy away from the glaring truth
The way you hide your vulnerability behind an invincible persona
Yet, in these quiet moments
You noiselessly echo the tales of throbbing hearts
Speaking without words a tale as old as time
And as the tale weaves, my ink continues to bleed
Telling this tale of young, silent Lovers...

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In shivering cold, you lie in bed
Straddled to a corner backed up against the wall
Hiding
From the waiting arms of loyal friends
From the willing tears of loving peers
Afraid to trust, afraid to hold
Afraid to let the light shine in
For once in innocence and child-like trust
You let one in who shared your blood
Then like wolf hidden with the flock
He pounced and roared and thrust and scorned
But when he left, your world view changed
From trusting child to skeptical youth
And finally to locked up adult
Now, tears freely fall down the fountain of your face
Afraid to share your tale you hold it up inside
But like a dam full to overflowing
Your emotions finally give way to the urge for self expression.
And so...
You pick up your knife,
And begin
To cut...

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