26/07/2026
Life is too short to suffer
Each morning as we awaken, we have a choice to make.
We can choose to get stuck in our heads, or we can focus on telling ourselves the truth.
What is the truth?
Life is good; we have value, and it matters less what we do and matters more who we do it with.
We get to choose what kind of day we’re going to have.
That does not mean the powers of Hell won’t throw everything in our direction to try to stop us; it means we are choosing to live our life the way we want.
I want to ride the wave, not chase it.
I’m sitting here on a mountain, looking out over Sandpoint, Idaho, as the sun warms my naked chest.
I sip on a cup of coffee, listening for sounds: hummingbirds buzzing by, restless birds talking with each other, and in the distance, a small plane taking off from the airport beneath me.
The day begins around this part of the globe.
How many people will allow the day, their schedule, and the demands of others, to set the tone for their day?
Yes, this is your day, and no one gets to ruin it for you.
I silence the whispers in the recesses of my brain, as they try to stir chaos and spoil the moment.
Thoughts of what needs to be done fill my head, but does it really need to be done, or is it just the destroyer working quietly to rob me of my peace?
Chipping away, bit by bit.
Then, God himself causes a cool breeze to bend the treetops and push those negative thoughts away.
Yesterday, I listened to some podcasters I respect talk of their change of heart when it comes to paying too much attention to the turmoil that envelops culture.
They spoke of how it sucks the life, the joy, and the meaning of life, out of life.
It was as if they were reading my mind.
They talked of their phones and how those instruments of communication really hamper it more than they enhance the way we live.
Perhaps our phones bring too much knowledge into our lives, I think.
Perhaps that’s why the logo on the back of mine is an apple with a bite taken from it.
Knowledge is good, but too much is what led the human race astray.
I interviewed a woman for a video I’m producing in Priest River, Idaho.
She talked of her love for her small town.
The need to be involved in the comings and goings of her fellow humans.
She spoke of involvement, commitment, and a desire to take care of each other.
When she talked of her town, she teared up.
Truth and authenticity are a potent elixir.
There is so much bu****it that we, that I, allow to get in the way of my interaction with people.
What if God has it all planned?
You know, whom we run into, whom we see on the bike trail, the person who serves us at the restaurant.
A blaring train just rolled by on the tracks down the hill from me, reminding me that the hustle and bustle of life doesn’t go away.
Instead, in the midst of it, despite it, life is too short to suffer.
Make a choice and fight like Hell to keep the darkness from dimming our hope.