This morning, I woke up with my finger completely locked up.
For those who might not know, this is called "trigger finger."
It happens when the tendon in your finger gets inflamed, causing the finger to get stuck in a bent position... like you're pulling a trigger.
When you try to straighten it, it usually catches before suddenly snapping open.
I tried to relax my hand to stretch it out, but it just wouldn't budge.
I went ahead with my morning devotion, and afterward, my wife and I prayed.
She laid her hand on my stuck finger. After the first prayer, nothing happened. But then she prayed again.
That was when I started feeling something.
My entire left side actually moved. In my head, I caught myself thinking, If this finger stretches, I'll believe. But I immediately countered that thought. I knew I needed to have childlike faith.
So, I silently corrected myself and thought, Father, I believe.
Right as my wife finished praying, I heard His voice... that same familiar voice I recognize every time He speaks. He simply said, "Stretch forth."
I did. Right there, in front of both my wife and me, my finger stretched out and snapped perfectly back into place.
We both just broke down, crying like children.
This morning was such a beautiful reminder that our Heavenly Father is waiting for us to connect with Him.
It's not just about reciting a prayer... it's about having a real, genuine connection.
People love to disqualify the messenger because they don’t like the history. But the most valuable blueprints often come from the person who actually crashed the car and can tell you exactly where the road gets dangerous.
That’s why it’s called an advise, you can take it or leave it.
Fun fact: a divorcee can still give you a sound advice especially from a man. They can highlight where they messed up and allow you pick the one for you.
Social media can give you sound advice & horrible ones too
no glory in wasting the breath you were given. Maximize your mortality. If you aren't doing something that makes your time here count, you aren't living you’re just waiting.
Eternity is the longest part of the journey, but it’s the most static. Mortality, however, is a high-speed, limited-time offer. You have one shot to build, to love, to fail, to win, and to leave a mark. There is no prize for checking out early, and there is
I was diagnosed with ADHD at 40. The whole process took 7 hours... about 5 hours of grueling testing and 2 hours for the doctor to break down the results.
If you've never done an adult ADHD assessment, let me tell you, it is intense.
You go in thinking you'll just answer a few questions, but it is a deep dive into how your brain is wired.
We went through the questionnaires and the deep dive into my childhood, but the cognitive memory tests are what really break you down.
You sit there, and the doc will tell you a whole story, then look at you and ask you to tell it right back to them. This one tested me enough. Chai!
Or they'll rattle off a random string of numbers and tell you to repeat them back from memory. And sometimes tell you to repeat it backwards.
Add that to staring at a computer screen for 20 minutes where you have to click a button only when a specific shape pops up. It sounds simple, but for someone with ADHD, focusing on a blank screen like that is torture.
By hour four, my brain was completely fried.
They measure how fast you zone out.
So, why did I put myself through all of that?
Remember I said my son has autism. Well, one day I caught myself telling him... "Where is your mind?" "Focus here." "Put your mind into what you're doing."
That was when it hit me.
Because those were the exact phrases my dad would shout at me when I was young and in my teens.
It broke my heart a little, but it opened my eyes. I realized I was projecting my own unaddressed struggles.
On top of that, I was forgetting things constantly.
My wife had already been pushing me to get tested because it was getting out of hand.
If you see my calendar today?
It has every single thing mapped out.
It literally includes blocked out time to sleep and time to wake up.
Like I will genuinely forget to wake up if my calendar doesn't tell me to. 🤣🤣🤣
Sitting in that clinic for 7 hours was exhausting, but it finally explained a lifetime of noise.
Sometimes it takes seeing your own childhood echoed in your kids to finally understand yourself.
Doctors are a special set of people. They are the representative of God on earth. From helping throughout the process of birthing to ensuring that humans stay alive, they are doing something incredible.
I’ll always have big respect for doctors.