Another Delay

For the last hour, I’ve been trying to sign in to this account. I haven’t worked in exactly two months. My hiatus was not planned. I nearly died. Not to sound too dramatic or overstate the accident, but simply stating the facts. At roughly 5 a.m. on February the first, I was riding on the back of a motorcycle. It’s a common means of transportation here in the Philippines. We were about to turn left and head home when a small cargo truck ran into us from behind. Be mindful, I don’t remember any of the incident. I’m only stating what I saw from the security camera footage.

A second delay for signing in is not that big of a deal. By all accounts and according to everyone that’s seen the video, I should have died in the accident. I’ll contemplate whether to post it to the blog or on Youtube, but for now the answer is no. Five broken ribs, a broken right arm, head contusion, and various scraps and scratches had me hospitalized for three weeks. I’ve also been recovering at home for slightly more than a month. But with today being the start of a new month, I figured it can be the start of a new effort to redefine, recommit, and work towards achieving my purpose.

So yeah, an hour-long delay signing in hasn’t stressed me out. The two month delay is an entirely different story. This forced respite has been a time of thankfulness, reflection, and rebirth. My gratitude list will continue. I’ve recommitted and will place my plan of action in writing. Most importantly, after watching the accident video, I’m convinced the old me is dead.

My hope is you don’t have to experience something as drastic as I to get to that point in your life. I’m convinced, now more than ever, that in order to get where we’re intended or destined to go, our previous selves must die. As the week goes on, I’ll write more about this particular lesson. I’ll even explain how it’s acted as an accelerant to things I’ve been contemplating, but not acted upon or completed for well over a year. I’ll also pen how relationships saved my life. Living in a foreign country, with no children, wife, or girlfriend and suffering a life threatening accident and surviving is no small feat. It was all accomplished, the most vital parts as I lay unconscious. More on that another time.

Today, Monday, April 1, 2024, I am grateful that:

I am alive. I can’t recall ever writing those words before. I think them often, but the visual of the impact of the truck has drastically changed my perspective.

The seeds I’d sewn are ripe for harvest. I’d written about my harvest before and thought this harvest was the actual endgame. After reflection, it seems as if this harvest will lay the foundation for an abundant harvest, the likes most have never seen and only a small few have experienced.

Fear, in its various forms, has left. Fear of success, failure, the spotlight, recognition and the like, all have fallen or are falling away, as I step into the servant He has graced me to become.

Are you able to remain steadfast in your course?

How resolute are you in pursuing His purpose for you?

What can you do today to move closer to your purpose?

What will completing that one action feel like?

Be Greater!!!

This is the first part of the entry.