So I've been taking pictures of doors now for a while and I really wanted to put them on my blog. However it seemed I needed a great reason for posting a bunch of door pictures. So I had a most wonderful idea. I would get on the internet and find a poem about a door and put it with my pictures. Unfortunately for me good door poems are a hard thing to find these days. So I took the liberty of just writing my own. I call it “The Forgotten Door”. Enjoy.


“The Forgotten Door”
Passed potential dimly fades; a tattered door stands in the shade. Once a chance for something great; this door now stands in battered shape. Whether life played cruel games or wrong decisions overcame; with no hope left within its frame this old door stands with none to blame. But looking on from far away a Crafter sees what none would clam, yet caring not what others see He runs to save what can’t be seen. Potential is the word He hears within His heart within His ears; leaving all His other goods, He runs to save the broken wood. Not seeing all the ragged mess, the missing hinges the woods distress. He only sees what will be found a perfect work in the Crafters hands.

Two weeks and Rocking! I love when God speaks about your future clearly. What this will do is empower you to move forward with confidence. God in He’s never changing goodness has continued to confirm my coming on a daily bases. Everyday people are getting saved, healed, delivered, and set free. People are being added to the church daily and God is being glorified.
Just two days ago I was able to attend a crusade on the island of Cozumel. The evangelist is the Pastor of the second largest Church in Caria. I have never seen anointing like this in my life. As worship was ending he came out and walked down off the stage and began to pray for people. This was before he had preached or introduced himself. Within five minutes people all over the stadium were getting delivered and healed. It was truly an amazing time and the power of God was reviled.
I thought of the scripture that states “We do not come with persuasive words, but with the power and demonstration of the Holy Spirit”. The man did bring a word but as you can imagine he didn’t have to try to convince anyone that God was real. I share this with you to encourage the gifts that have been placed within you to rise up to new levels. God is real. He is moving in the earth in power to destroy the devil and all his works. We have been chosen to be a part of theses thing. We have been called to be “More than”. I leave you with these thoughts.
1 Timothy 4:14-16 (NKJV) 14 Do not neglect the gift that is in you, which was given to you by prophecy with the laying on of the hands of the eldership. 15 Meditate on these things; give yourself entirely to them, that your progress may be evident to all. 16 Take heed to yourself and to the doctrine. Continue in them, for in doing this you will save both yourself and those who hear you.

Bondservant.

Well... It's been a hard life so far but I have High Hopes for me...
Here are just a few pictures of my new home land... Enjoy:)

Going away party at Woolleys home two night before leaving for Mexico






















4:00am Alarm goes off inappropriately load nearly sending me into panic. I arrive at the Redmond airport at five and check my bags in. On the plan and heading for L.A.X by 6:00am. Sitting by a wealthy business man who ended up telling me about how he made his first eight million before he turned thirty five, how nothings had ever fulfilled him and had been through four marriages so far. I was able to share some stories about the kindness and goodness of Jesus Christ and testify of His redeeming power in a life. That was great. Two hour layover in L.A. Changed airlines and flue Mexicana to Cancun. Made it through customs without my baggage for it had been lost when I changed airlines and it turned out that Alaskan air ended up losing a ton of bags from my flight. Left the airport to find my ride and I had mis-communicated and so I jumped a bus and found my way to Playa Del Carmen which was about fifty miles south of Cancun airport. Took off from the bus stop in Playa with guitar in hand and my small backpack and went looking for the house I’ll be living in. After two hours I found it, fortunately it was raining so hard that I couldn’t see ten feet in front of me and it was very dark and I was really unfamiliar with the area… so I had the going for me:). I did find everything eventually and even now as I’m writing this blog, my bags have come to the front gate. Blessed be the name of the Lord. Well that’s it for now and I’ll be updating this as needed. Love you all. Bondservant...