10/20/2025
Tonight, after celebrating Indigo's birthday with family, friends, and loved ones, I went on a walk through our development like I do on many evenings. But tonight I didn't put my headphones in, I didn't take my phone out of my pocket, I just enjoyed the cool air and the sounds of nature around me. I felt the breeze run through my fingers and against my fingertips. I listened to the wind and the leaves rustling. I felt immense gratitude to our Father in heaven. I remembered that this is all a gift. Every breath, every moment, every struggle. Life is a gift. Love is a gift.
As I continued to walk, I felt compelled to walk to the summit of Summit House, as I often do, but this time to praise and show submission to our Father. I wanted to prostrate myself and put my head to the ground on the highest peak - I thought about all of our forefathers who have done the same. I let the his Spirit guide me to the spot. But then, as I reached the place I knew I was being led to, I noticed a car pulling into the parking lot below and felt hesitation. Fear crept into my heart. What if that person saw me? What would they think? A brown man prostrating himself with his forehead to the ground, in the middle of the night, in front of the clubhouse?
I did it anyway. But how shameful I felt as I walked back down that hill from the summit to my house. How great a Father we have, who blesses us with life, and joy, and breath. Who knowingly sacrificed his most beloved and innocent son for our sake? And I was afraid to bow.
Thank you Father for all that you are. And thank you my King for all that you've done and will continue to do.