GIFTS

PROVERBS : 18:1 

“Whoever isolates himself seeks his own desire; he breaks out against all sound judgment”

I look BACK 10 YEARS with A TOAST ON CHRISTMAS.

What is realized and preferred

 and it is absurd how un-trite it is,

the word, the cliche,

that family and friends and love is everything

today, everyday

Sometimes like right now, my head hurts, and my heart is broken, but my spirit feels strengthened alive.

In touch with 

The rush with

That which gives me life

Hallelujah

Despite the wounds and perhaps because of them

I am not cheapened

When what has proved, what moved, what is REAL!

What won’t be let to slip into darkness

THE HAND OF GRACE

Holding

a moment crying on the stairs

How grateful

Thank you god.

I find myself in a world having achieved my dreams, 

And yet how many gifts remain under the tree

In duress?

In the book the Alchemist the protagonist is told 

“A blessing that goes unused becomes a curse”

And so I say honestly

The worst part of my life

Is that pain of not doing the thing.

Father Turbo says

Our talents are unequal in quantity 

But equal in quality

He also says heaven doesn’t have refrigerators

And so your gifts, your fruit, cannot be let to spoil

YOU MUST DO THE THING YOU ARE MEANT TO 

AND BY WAY OF FAITH ENTRUSTING THAT MIRACLE MY LIFE IS 

What I am most capable

Of doing

What I can

to wrench the towel

Of talent

Soaked in the wet

that was bet on me

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My mom asked me what I wanted for Christmas. And I honestly couldn’t think of anything, because materially I had everything I could need right now.

So on Christmas my mom gave me

A SAGE STICK

A SHIRT SHE MADE ON AMAZON THAT SAID 11:11

AND NEW FRESH NICE PAIRS OF SOCKS

As a kid I could have frowned on new socks being my gift. As an adult, I love fresh nice socks. And those gifts were perfect for me.

Equal in quality

I am inspired.

I am aware.

I am daring to do it.

----There is a concept in body building called “ACHIEVING FAILURE”

When you just push the last reps you can, you don’t give up, you go past the edge, you empty yourself.

BRANDON 

AKA LOVESPAC3