“Last Day in Sint Marteen” - Friday, June 28, 7:02 AM

It’s my last day in Sint Maarten, so gather around as I pray for my enemies.

Lord grant them all their needs, as we proceed to achieve what they could never conceive with ease. Amen.

Let’s begin again.

These pregnant thoughts could give birth to a life changing idea at any moment, why would I ever run from it?

My heart didn’t stop when I parallel parked the Bentley drop top, and I was just backing up.

I’m grateful because I ask God for a lot of stuff,
like if my next mixed crowd could be Luis V and Gucci.

I haven’t heard back yet, He stays keeping me guessing.

Still, in the age of over expression, I’ve held on to one important lesson.

Minding your own business always pays off
and be careful where you throw your rocks.

I keep a couple of slingshots for Goliaths on yachts,
but why would I take aim at the havenots?

That’s not the Spirit, but I’ll let my audience be the judge.

I believe there’s a gold standard when it comes to showing love.

Joy.
Peace.
Patience.
Kindness.
Goodness.
Gentleness.
Faithfulness.
Self-control.

Those are the basics, but feel free to correct me if I’m fallow and check me if I’m hollow.

As I enjoy my fill of an increasingly beautiful life with my increasingly beautiful wife, I can’t help but to look around three times and then think twice.

Everyday feels like I’m rolling the dice, but what’s a gamble in paradise?