Some things don’t show up in boxes.
Amen, brother Jodi.
Crazy how it can take a whole lifetime to realize…
we were chasing things that were never the treasure.
Jesus walked with sandals on His feet, a robe on His back, and the Spirit within Him.
No status. No possessions. No noise.
And still… He carried everything that mattered.
Then He left us with it.
Not money. Not power.
Salvation.
And the Holy Spirit—to guide us, correct us, and lead us back when we drift.
“But where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.” — Matthew 6:21
Turns out…
He was the treasure all along.
Amen.
G~
Too true, less is more, more time to enjoy the simple things, the ones that really matter.. ♥️
Amen, Brother… I see it in your writing too.
And I’m grateful we’re on this trail together — locking shields and walking it out.
I remember one time coming home with way too much in my hands… reaching for the doorknob like I could carry it all.
Didn’t make it.
Everything hit the ground.
Right there on the porch.
Had to stop… set it down… and pick up what actually mattered.
Keep going, Steve.
There’s something clean forming in what you’re seeing. I am inspired as well.
“ What you carry shapes what you can reach” Brother, your Spark always ignite something in me, either by relating or prompting.
I am prompted to write on simplicity, focus, and clarity. Keep going!
Amen, brother Jodi.
Crazy how it can take a whole lifetime to realize…
we were chasing things that were never the treasure.
Jesus walked with sandals on His feet, a robe on His back, and the Spirit within Him.
No status. No possessions. No noise.
And still… He carried everything that mattered.
Then He left us with it.
Not money. Not power.
Salvation.
And the Holy Spirit—to guide us, correct us, and lead us back when we drift.
“But where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.” — Matthew 6:21
Turns out…
He was the treasure all along.
Amen.
G~
Too true, less is more, more time to enjoy the simple things, the ones that really matter.. ♥️
Amen, Brother… I see it in your writing too.
And I’m grateful we’re on this trail together — locking shields and walking it out.
I remember one time coming home with way too much in my hands… reaching for the doorknob like I could carry it all.
Didn’t make it.
Everything hit the ground.
Right there on the porch.
Had to stop… set it down… and pick up what actually mattered.
Keep going, Steve.
There’s something clean forming in what you’re seeing. I am inspired as well.
G~
“ What you carry shapes what you can reach” Brother, your Spark always ignite something in me, either by relating or prompting.
I am prompted to write on simplicity, focus, and clarity. Keep going!