Too late

Instead of going to bed i'm blogging. Instead of writing in the magical leather journal I am blogging. I swear google is taking over everything (read previous blogs to find out how).

Today was a beautiful day. I lost a guitar student yet I feel good about it. I have to move in one week and do not have a permanent residence yet I feel good about it. I stepped down from leading worship at a paying church yet I feel good about it. I am stepping into something my heart once knew; forgot and is rediscovering. It's called dreams. It's leaping off of a mountain into it's heart. Higher than opinions, city skylines, and paper money.

Pursuing this does not make me the least bit scared because it feels like i have been here before... It's all so unclear yet pristinely set before me. Like an familiar door with a unfamilar handle. Or a familiar key that goes to a key hole in an unfamiliar place.

I'm ready for change. I'm ready for a new set of compassion stories. No bigger than stories I want to give and give and give and not ever talk about it. To help someone and tell absolutely no one about it.

A new set of love and active living. I want to activate peoples dreams by living mine. I want to give more than I take... and take less than I think I own...

I want to own less than what I think I need. All while crushing the greed that seeds the wants and disguises the needs of others.

God my prayer is for you to create in me a clean heart. Purify my motives. Make me soft where this world has tried to harden my shell. I love you more than what is inside of me. You are the definition of life. The definition of ignition everything else around me is a lie. You build and create where people say it can't be done.

Forgive me for any sins inside of my heart. Reshape your character and shape me with your integrity. Give me the strength to live this life of purity and kingdom love. Live inside of my dreams. Pull up a chair and dine with me. Stay a while. Stay forever.

All yours

KMG
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