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It's no secret that staying among the herd is crucial.  What's also crucial is what herd you're apart of.  The rational minded want  to be in the herd of sheep; gentle, innocent, pure.  God's people.  But more often than not, the sinful reality of this world is teetering on the side of goats; oppressors, wicked men, and demonic forces. In The Wizard of Oz, Dorothy trekked solo on this yellow brick road.  Solo is a loose term though, she had her sidekick Toto.  As Dorothy kept walking with her ruby slippers, what a miracle it is that she didn't get any blisters, she crossed paths with some influential characters.  Characters that battled with their heads, but characters that didn't think twice about following the road.  Together they made it. Minus the whole Emerald City element, that's kind of the idea of being the sheep among goats.  It will feel like a lonely path at first.  But if you're truly rooted in who you are and wh...

About a week or two ago I was told, among others, to be a self-feeder. And ironically, last night I looked it up.  The first thing that popped up was teaching a child to eat on it's own.  That's not what I was going for, but the more I think about it the more I realize that that's basically the whole idea. In the beginning of a spiritual journey, one usually wants direction.  One wants another human being to pave the way.  And more often than not, that turns into taking and taking without having to put any effort into something themselves. You might try to look for that direction by watching those youtube videos on how to "be better", or pour your time into reading "self help" books.  Don't get me wrong, that's all fine and dandy, but the substantial food comes from the word of God.  Not only does it have a palm of protein, but it has a fist of vegetables, a cupped hand of carbs, and a thumb of fats.  Step one is just picking up the fork.

You must be thinking, how do fate and flowers correlate? I'll tell you. This morning I was told by God to go on a walk.  I could've stayed back and drowned my mind in the endless portal of social media, but I decided against.  Just to test my theory, I picked up a flower.  Was I to continue on this walk or turn around to familiarity?  The first petal I picked was to continue walking.  The second to turn around.  And while picking the last of the petals, my theory had come to life. This sounds like a coincidence, but I don't believe in coincidences.  I believe in fate.