2025

Lots of things brewing.

So much on the horizon.

The hard work and pain has made you stronger.

Your friends see it.

Family sees it.

After decades, you finally just bought that replacement class ring for mom you’d always talked about wanting to for Christmas.

Because you have money to spare.

Because you can handle the physical grind of handling organizing a warehouse with cutting AC vents and hauling around a pallet jack without a second thought.

Because you grabbed 3 week gigs in Nebraska and North Dakota and handled them.

Healthier. Financially. Socially. Spiritually. Attacking every single bad habit with an ounce of anger and ten pounds of faith.

At the mercy of nothing but The Holy Spirit.

Will this be the year it all comes together? Everything? Nope.

You love this feeling. Hunger. For more in life.

Starting every day with 20 pushups. Because you’re going to keep starting every day with 20 push-ups. Because screw you if you don’t start every day with 20 pushups.

Because it’s good for the body and the soul.

So is the year it all comes together?

It’s up to Him.

Because you’re going to rock every single thing you can rock.

And you will fail every single thing you fail.

It’s up to you to make that list as small as possible.

ALL are fallen. ALL fall short. NO ONE is perfect. EVERY SINGLE ONE OF US STARVES FOR SALVATION.

Broken. Flawed. Damaged.

So be Resilient. Repentant. Reborn.

Most things aren’t *Signs*. But sometimes something comes along that isn’t one… but still seems to flow.

Needed a haircut. Lady was older, faster, and swung the buzzing trimmer across the sides so fast you had no idea just how short she’d cut.

Top is good. Beard is full. Sides are literally military level acceptable.

And now…it actually works. 😂

You’ll get bit. Start off strong, you’ll have adversity. Bring the Lion out and something will tear into it.

Fear. Always there. Only a fool has no fear.

That’s what the Armor of God is for. And the world around you is ripe for claiming for once.

This feeling… Right here. Right now… is a Gift.

From Him.

Fill the New Year with it.

One day, you’ll be old, tired, and ready to leave the crib. Sitting on the pile of trophies you accumulated during these days.

None of which mean squat in the next life; the one that matters.

But Here. Now. You feel it. Strength. Power. Resolve. Are you where you want to be?

No. Still hungry. Good.

Stay hungry – until there is no need for it anymore.

Be the Lion. Your family needs you. It’s the time you’ve always knew would come. And it’s finally time to pay them back.

Prolly gonna keep the haircut. 😊