officially launched my own Local AI LLM Operation!
with tools like #ComfyUI and #LMStudio running Llama 3 8B Instruct.. with plenty more to come as I scale my workflows.
specs:
Intel Core i9-14900KF
ASUS TUF RTX 4080 Super
64GB XPG Lancer DDR5
#LocalAI#GenerativeAI
I tested my Chinese level with @dong_chinese. My writing level is Pre-Intermediate HSK level 3 - TOCFL Level 2 (write~878 characters) and my reading level is Pre-Advanced HSK level 8 - TOCFL Level 4 (recognize ~2135 characters). You can try it out here: https://t.co/UzrK5khskk
Your heart told you to cheat on your wife.
Your heart told you the job was more important than your kids.
Your heart told you one more drink wouldn't hurt, one more scroll wouldn't matter, one more compromise was just being realistic.
Your heart is a liar and you built your life on what it said.
"Follow your heart" isn't wisdom. It's the oldest con in history repackaged for people too coward to call sin what it is.
Jeremiah 17:9 says your heart is deceitful above all things and desperately wicked. That's not poetry. That's a warning label on the thing you've been treating like a compass.
Disney taught your daughters that true love means betraying commitments when feelings change. Therapy taught you that your truth matters more than God's. Self-help influencers taught you that if it feels right, it must be right.
Now your family's wrecked, your word means nothing, and you're confused why everything you touched turned to ash.
Because you followed your heart straight into hell and called it self-discovery.
Your heart doesn't want what's good for you. It wants what feels good right now. There's a difference and it costs everything.
Your heart wants the affair because marriage is hard. Your heart wants the quit because building is harder than burning. Your heart wants the comfort because the cross is for other people.
Your heart is Judas and you keep letting it negotiate.
Every generation that followed their hearts left wreckage for the next one to clean up. Broken homes. Abandoned kids. Debts that compound. Patterns that repeat. All because someone decided their feelings mattered more than their commitments.
You know what your heart won't tell you?
That obedience builds what feelings destroy. That covenant matters more than chemistry. That the hard road produces the man your easy road never could.
Your heart doesn't have a plan past next week. God's Word has sustained kingdoms for millennia.
Your heart hasn't survived pressure. The Spirit's carried martyrs through fire.
Your heart flinches at correction. Battle-worn community sharpens you whether you like it or not.
Your heart wants permission. God demands surrender.
You're not special. You're not the exception. You're not the first person to think your feelings are so pure and unique that biblical truth doesn't apply.
You're just the latest casualty in a war you didn't know you were losing.
Following your heart feels like freedom until you realize it's just slavery to whatever desire is loudest. Following God feels like death until you realize it's the only thing that produces actual life.
The world's full of people who followed their hearts. Most of them are alone, bitter, or dead.
The kingdom's built by people who killed their hearts and followed a King.
Stop asking what your heart says. Start asking what God says.
—TBM
Moses stood before the burning bush and asked God His name.
God said: “I AM.”
Not “I was.” Not “I will be.”
I AM.
Present. Eternal. Complete.
Then Moses asks: “Who should I say sent me?”
And God says: “I AM WHO I AM.”
Self-defining. Self-sufficient. Needing nothing after the statement.
But you?
You complete the sentence.
I am… a failure.
I am… a loser.
I am… a heavy equipment operator.
I am… a nurse.
I am… a pastor.
I am… a mother.
Whatever comes after “I am” defines you.
And here’s the problem:
You’re defining yourself by your burning bush.
Not God’s. Yours.
The thing you stare at. The thing that consumes you. The thing you can’t look away from.
For some of you, it’s your job.
“I am a heavy equipment operator.”
That’s your identity. Your worth. Your reason for existing.
And when the job ends? When you get laid off? When you retire?
You die inside.
Because you defined yourself by what you do, not who you are.
For some of you, it’s your failure.
“I am a loser.”
You’ve said it so many times it became true.
You wear it like a badge. Prove it every day. Make decisions that confirm it.
Because if you’re a loser, at least you’re something.
For some of you, it��s your role.
“I am a mother.”
And that’s beautiful. Until your kids grow up. Move out. Stop needing you.
Then who are you?
Just a woman standing in an empty house wondering what comes after “I am” now.
For some of you, it’s your sin.
“I am an addict.”
“I am a cheater.”
“I am broken.”
And you’ve repeated it so many times you believe it’s permanent.
That’s your burning bush.
The thing you stare at. The thing that defines you.
The thing you can’t stop looking at even though it’s destroying you.
Here’s what Moses didn’t do:
He didn’t say, “I am a murderer.”
Even though he was. He killed an Egyptian. Fled to the desert. Spent 40 years hiding.
He didn’t say, “I am a shepherd.”
Even though that’s what he did. Tended his father-in-law’s sheep. Anonymous. Forgotten.
He didn’t say, “I am a coward.”
Even though he argued with God. Made excuses. Begged God to send someone else.
Moses didn’t define himself.
God did.
And God said: “I AM WHO I AM. Now go.”
Not “Go because you’re qualified.”
Not “Go because you’re worthy.”
Not “Go because you’ve earned it.”
“Go because I AM.”
Your problem is you’re staring at the wrong burning bush.
You’re staring at your job. Your failure. Your role. Your sin.
And you’re letting it define you.
“I am” + whatever that bush tells you.
But that’s not your identity.
Your identity is: “I am His.”
Not your job’s. Not your failure’s. Not your role’s. Not your sin’s.
His.
Created by Him. Redeemed by Him. Defined by Him.
Everything else is just what you do. Not who you are.
Stop staring at your burning bush.
Stop letting your job define you.
Stop letting your failure define you.
Stop letting your role define you.
Stop completing the sentence with anything except Him.
I am a child of God.
I am redeemed.
I am His.
That’s it. That’s the only thing that matters.
Everything else? Temporary. Conditional. Destructible.
But “I am His”? That’s eternal.
Moses walked away from the burning bush and spent 40 years leading a nation.
Not because he was qualified. Because God was.
Not because he was worthy. Because God is.
Not because of what came after “I am.”
Because of who God is.
So here’s my question for you:
What’s your burning bush?
What are you staring at that’s defining you?
What comes after “I am” when you talk about yourself?
Because whatever it is, it’s probably the wrong thing.
Your job will end.
Your role will change.
Your failure will fade.
Your sin is already forgiven.
But “I am His” never changes.
Stop defining yourself by what you do.
Start defining yourself by whose you are.
That’s the only identity that survives.
Follow @biblicalman for more on identity, obedience, and what it costs to build something eternal.
Not theory. Scars.
It is hard not to be excited about the future.
Technologists are turning capital into innovation at an unprecedented pace.
Our rockets are reusable, our cars are driving themselves, our drones are keeping soldiers safe, our DNA is being edited, our weather is being modified, our digital money is incorruptible, our software is automating repetitive activities, and our robots are about to take on mundane tasks.
Everything is accelerating and humans will be better off than before.
The single greatest time to be alive is in the future. The second best time is today.
Money is deeply spiritual. Creating wealth by serving others expresses our divine creativity. Unlike animals that take, humans build prosperity through cooperation. Every honest transaction benefits both parties—a uniquely human miracle.