Jesus died at 33. The human spine has 33 vertebrae. The same structure that holds us up is the same number of years He held this Earth.
We have 12 ribs on each side. 12 disciples. 12 tribes of Israel. God built His design into our bones. He wrote Heaven into our anatomy.
The vagus nerve runs from your brain to your heart and gut. It calms storms inside the body. It looks just like a cross. That’s the power source running through us. Every time your body heals, every time your heart slows in prayer, every time peace shows up when it shouldn’t…that’s Him.
Jesus rose on the third day. Science tells us that when you fast for 3 days, your body starts regenerating. Old cells die. New ones are born. Healing begins. Your body literally resurrects itself. That’s not coincidence. That’s design.
And it keeps going.
Your heart has an electrical rhythm. Your brain lights up when you pray. Tears contain different chemicals depending on if you're crying from joy or grief. The blood speaks. The bones store memory. The body worships whether you realize it or not.
We are fearfully and wonderfully made. We are walking prophecy. Walking tabernacles. Dust and divinity in one.
God didn’t just create you. He carved Himself into you.
You don’t need to look far to find Him. You just need to look inward. He’s been in the design since the beginning.
Someone asked me, "Do we need the Holy Spirit to go to Heaven?"
Are you kidding me?
I need the Holy Spirit just to go to the store. I'm nothing without Him.
Thank You, Jesus Christ.
- Flowers must be a regular thing
- We must talk everyday
- Check in when you’re out (“just arrived”, “on my way home” etc)
- No exes that are friends
- Don’t move like a single man (online & outside)
- Plan dates (I hate a “we’ll see”)
God,
Thank you for another day. May I step into this new month with such anticipation of focus & clarity. May you remove any distractions that keep me from hearing from You. May you go before my every step & guide every decision made. I don’t want nothing that’s not from You.
Don’t ignore me. You can tell me you don’t wanna talk. You can tell me you need space. Whatever the case.
Radio silence is a hard limit for me. It touches a very vulnerable place in me.