Who Wants to be a Mega Millionaire?

Did you know....

Your chances of winning this year's Mega Millions U.S. lottery jackpot are minuscule compared to your chances of you getting zapped by lightning?

To put your chances into perspective...

you are:

Source: USA TODAY research

Just wanted to remind everyone how ridiculous of a drive money can be sometimes.

Sinseriously,

From Apples to Ipads

I’m not sure if I should write something funny, something desirably profound, or just write in general. I have no preconceived flow to where my fingers on this keyboard will go. I have no will in this writing game, I’ve already lost to my thoughts. So here I go.

I’m sick. I’m sick of hearing the unsolicited deep-voiced advertisements. I’m tired of being tantalized by the barbaric call to action commercials. Our world is suffocating my mind’s freedom to think. I can’t step two feet without the bombardment of a brand or a logo’s screaming graphics, paralyzing the now-tainted moment of meditative thought I once had detained.

I have an idea!

It’s time to slow down.

It’s time to shut off your Draw Crap app, and really DRAW SOMETHING.

It’s okay to unplug your multi-tasking mind from the socket of social media dreamland. Relax. Unwind. Have a conversation with someone’s face rather than your phone.

These are my suggestions driven by compounded frustrations and probably early symptoms of monthly PMS.

Good luck and good day!

Angels on Earth

I thank God for the angels he has sent to me on earth

The ones who never gave up on my soul

The ones who knew I was half, and He could make me whole

I thank God for the blessings he's instilled in my days

The ones so great I can't seem to grasp their reach

The ones as small as sparkling pebbles on the beach

I reach for God each day and night

Sometimes I fail to link my will with his might

But I know he has me cradled in his arms

And I just wear him around my neck like a good luck charm

But below my neck is where God resides

In my heart forever, now I know The Truth versus lies

Thank you to those who never gave up on me

Who knew my faith could grow from a seed to a tree

And now I stand taller than ever before

Because I have the love of my friends and the Lord

Heavenly Thoughts

A soft scented rose petal, infused with scarlet tint.

The warm touch from a friend's adoring palm.

Sparkling powder descending like a dream from the sky to blanket the grey earth in an icy frosting.

Joyful abundance from within wells up in the form of a salty tear drop to bare good news.

Delicately gooey chocolate chip cookies expose salubrious dining for the soul.

Freedom to dance in the golden rays of warmth cast from the sun.

The sublime complexity of earthly ecosystems sprouting from the genesis of time.

Feeding the soul through the aesthetics of movement with sound.

The sweet heat exchanged in a tender lock of candied lips.


What's strikes you as the most beautiful thing about life?
Please share in a comment and I will share with the world in my next blog post.

Twenty and Some Change

There's no doubt you exist
but doubt in myself that your hand I'll miss
Self enraptured I ignore your touch
I slip away from your grasp too much


far away from you
into my hole I dig...and then ensues
the next step...To jump or pray?
that I wake up from this nightmare today...
The moments I give into my fears
are the times I feel satan creep near
he decieves me and lures me in
his power almost secures his win

my faith is a volcano ready to erupt
my devotion a seed that blooms
my love the thunder that booms
my life a gift of grace
Your forgiveness, a never ending space

What am I waiting for?
To give all my earthly weight to You Lord?
I look up and see Your light
Your effervescent might

Broken Reflection is Made Whole Through the Mirror of God’s Eyes

My reflection remains the same (if you don’t count the sprouting fleshy imperfections and wrinkles that have unwelcomingly unpacked their bags under my eyes.) But the soul within my fascia facade is unrecognizable. I have never known myself the way I know myself now. I have never truly beckoned my reflection in the mirror to show me the truth. Instead I suffocated its cry for help, chained its reaching hands, and muted its blatant pleads. I became my own master and like Hitler, embarked on a selfish vanity crusade, slaughtering my humble heart on an ignorant battlefield of bliss. I was killing myself inside without knowing.

Today as I peer into a mirror, I am confronted by a broken soul that stares back at me, desperately gasping for life. I realize that I have no power to nurture it back to health. I have no strength to heal the self-inflicted wounds that pulsate in pain. I can not look within myself, my surroundings, or others to fill my decrepit desires and gaping voids.

Now what I confess, you may never believe, but it is true. All the compounded years of abuse, doubt, guilt, and fear that have surfaced in the gouged and scarred secrets within, are slowly healing under God’s warm touch. Each day as I face the problems I thought I had drowned, I find myself swimming with them to an island of redemtion; while the identity I so carelessly crafted for myself sinks in death.

I thank God for saving my heart from complete self-destruction. I thank God for lifting my soul from the icy floor and renewing me in a blanket of love. I thank God for the forgiveness he has relentlessly shown me, and for the forgiveness I have found within my own confines.

I will welcome all parts of my reflection: broken, battered and salvaged to wade in God’s ocean of light, for I am not defined by my problems and pains, rather I am renewed and washed clean by the perfection of Christ.