About the Author
I’m not here to be famous, but to be faithful.
I’m a prophet of the Lord Jesus Christ—called, not self-appointed. I didn’t choose this path for attention, comfort, or control. I chose obedience, and obedience has cost me dearly.
Like Jacob, I’ve wrestled with the Word, lived in communion, waited in silence, and spoken when it burned in my bones. In this world, I’ve been misunderstood, misquoted, and mistaken. But I’ve also been met by the Spirit of Truth, who never fails.
I’ve lived in quiet places and loud ones. I’ve known both hunger and abundance, especially the former (whatever the ravens bring me). I’ve walked through fire and come out with scars — and stories.
I drink hot chocolate. I write late at night when the world is quiet. I don’t talk to trees — but I do listen for the still, small voice.
This site is a witness, not a platform. I’m not here to entertain or impress. I’m here to speak what I’m given.
If you’re looking for credentials, look to Scripture. If you’re looking for signs, test the fruit. If you’re looking for truth, ask Almighty God and read His Holy Bible.
I’m just the messenger. Proceed with prayer to the One and Only Wise God, and with His Holy Word.
On a more personal note...
It's personal.
Well, okay, maybe I'll say a bit more. I’ve lived and died so many times I’m running out of fingers.
So I know a thing… or eight:
• Listen to God.
• Believe Him.
• Love Him.
• Know that He is right—even when He seems wrong.
• Know that I can move mountains… and jump them too (though sometimes it takes a while).
• Faith is faithfulness to God, just as He is faithful.
• Don’t lean on your own understanding—know that God can.
• And that Love is that He loved us first.
If you’ve read this far, Oh is the Devil mad at you!
Which isn’t saying much—he’s like that with everyone.
On the other hand, maybe you’re being intellectually honest.
Let's hope so.
Note:
The mustard seed — often used as a symbol of faith — may grow quickly, but what it produces is tiny siliques. A kumquat takes two or three years to bear fruit, and even then, it’s a small, almost comical reward. Average fruits, like peaches or apricots? They take even longer.
Not only does it take time to see the fruit of the Spirit, but it only bears fruit in its season. And there’s no speeding things up. You can water, wait, and hope — but the harvest comes when it’s ready.
Such is my faith. This year I had hundreds of cherry tomatoes — yellow, orange, red varieties — abundant and apropos.
Should I mention reaping the pumpkins I didn’t plant? Or the pretty orange-then-yellow marigolds, and the fuzzy purple flowers that just showed up one day? I guess that’s what happens when God’s the gardener. One year it was San Marzano tomatoes — rich, unexpected, and exactly what I didn’t know I wanted.
May you hear what you need to hear. May you seek sincerely after God. And may God meet you in the silence.
So now that I’ve bared my soul, be thankful I didn’t imitate King David.
P.S. Don’t be a Michal — contempt has consequences.