sharing Jesus and that’s all I need to do

OK so I haven’t done this before but I’ve actually drew a picture of it when I was in high school. So I’m riding my bike talking to my iPhone. It almost looks like I’m smoking a pipe, because I’m holding this little device up to my mouth. . . . Yes my bike ride was smoking as I was biking to high school. . . lol 

I’m sure I never did this ride to high school in 5 minutes though. This bike time estimate here must be based on my riding my e-bike now.

So everything is repeating again. It’s like a whole new life all over again. I recognize that I could spend the next 50 years doing this exact same thing I’m doing now every day. Like my next 50 years as God’s servant, riding along these empty streets going from church to church. But what is so remarkable about this, is that I remembered when I was a little kid, my mom took me to a doctor and he prescribed an inhaler for me. He said my asthma, and my breathing was so bad, that I wasn’t gonna survive without this inhaler.

Yes, He said I had asthma, and I was supposed to have this inhaler for the rest of my life, and that’s what they told me. And it’s so cute to hear the squirrels chirping as I ride by them. Wow, but anyway, I had this inhaler for maybe a week or month and it was lost and gone. Broken, stepped on, sat on, I don’t know what happened to it. But then I realized that when I was biking, the breeze in my face was more effective, and it worked better than the inhaler. I could breathe so much clearer and so much stronger, if I went biking! So if I biked every 20 minutes I’d be in heaven. Because there’s no way in the world I was gonna use the chemical inhaler that much.

Oh wow, there is another house for sale here on Brightwaters Blvd NE overlooking the Bay right across the street from Bonnie‘s. Yes, Bonnie’s house is still here. She just rented it out to somebody else who flooded down the road, so no more For Sale sign in front of her place.

Here again I’m pulling up to this intersection on the other side of the bridge already, and all the traffic is going in different directions so I can just ignore it all and go my merry way, as if nobody could see me. . . . lol . . 

So I stopped to pick up this trash bag in the road. It’s been there on this grass island at the corner all month and now this trash bag was laying in the street. I’ve watched it move along the island. It was in the clump of bushes there at the corner and every week or so when I went by again, it moved further and further along and this time it was actually out in the street . . .  Right in front of the island there at the corner and so I stopped and took a picture so I put it here in my blog.

Funny, to have such an inspiration biking home.

So there’s another new house over here somewhere. I think they just finished it. Oh, here doing a new roof, and there “caution cat crossing” sign, and another electric bike in front of me. I’m passing a brand new Canopy home here at Locust St, North East and 21st Ave, Northeast OK, I’m coming down First Street North now. Yes, only North, instead of NE, likely because I just crossed 22nd Street.

I’ve actually videotaped this ride home because I was going to put it into my Airbnb. Which I get to rebuild now. Yes, I woke up with this new clear position of Unity again. This time so many pieces came into place, it just made my head spin. I kept thinking that I’m supposed to be doing “AirBnB.”

But now I realized, AirBnB is just the model of what I need to do. I can use this same format and the same structure to do the exact same thing. But for real, and for me, not for AirBnB.  And it needs to be for children, scouts and scholars that want to learn, so they need the right place, and need to login, and zoom and all the digital things that I do and that’s where I belong.

And that’s where I belong. The more you count on God the deeper He takes you!

So sharing Jesus about loving the experience of who Jesus is in my life and how my life is about experiencing and sharing Jesus and that’s all I need to do. . . Where everything else is provided. Now, I’ve brought my MacBook and iPad Pro downstairs to setup on my kitchen table. With the new Logitech keyboard. Yes, I set the One on the dial to the MacBook, and set Two on the dial to my iPad. . . I just tried typing in one, and switching to the other. And WOW, IT WORKS! Fast easy keys now typing again. I now I can learn to type again and do hundreds of words per minute . . . . lol. . . Like I’ve got nothing better to do.

Oh I know, I can take a picture:

Yes, the iPad still has the old keyboard there, which is only a stand now. . . lol, I really beat the shit out of it . . . Oh, and I hear on the radio now, that tomorrow is Thanksgiving. SO EVERYONE is preparing for the holiday and no one is working, everyone is traveling or focused on Family. . . Wow or los in the consumerism of “black friday” and the massive sales expecting over 3 billion dropped this year. And instead I’ve GOT JESUS, Giving Thanks to Him and Bless his Name! I really have enjoyed the solitude of writing and sharing with Jesus here again as I have for holidays for years. 

Yesterday, I skipped breakfast raced to the Men’s Fraternity doing the Rosary at Saint Raphaels. Todd had already made coffee and set out everything. I filled the pitchers and set them out on the tables with the sugars, cups, and creamers. Then unlocked the door, and walked to the Chapel for the Rosary. I remembered the doors there were still locked. So I went back and got the key and unlocked those doors too. We had a full room of guys, and Roy brings his daughter, a lucky guy!

Wow, was it wicked strong. Several of the men were very deep and strong with me. I actually took of my sneakers and socks when I sat down. Only one person there when I arrived, and three more by the time I had the doors unlocked. 12 when we started the Rosary. I wanted them all to come over for dinner at my house. Back with coffee after the Rosary, I interrupted Todd to say it was time to plan a BonFire. He agreed, but never stopped to talk with me. I really had a bunch of things to talk with him about.

When I cleaned up the coffee and everything after our meeting. I noticed all the guys still chatting, paired off everywhere two by two. As I was locking the door out to the parking lot, I unlocked it and went out. . . Saying loudly how I could talk to anyone of them, feeling like this was my only community. I essentially was interrupting everyone trying to get some conversation together instead of two-by-two. I realize now that is like the Amish who do everything by complete consensus. 

I wasn’t too successful, sadly enough. The one man who was not two-by-two responded to me, so I told him that his house could be a great place for reconciliation as the Florida Laws require that everything is split 50/50 for a divorce. . . . Joking how once, the judge ordered something was cut in half when they couldn’t agree on a fair divisions. I remember hearing this somewhere, and really felt sorry for Kim when the judge decided her secret 401k. . .