This is my 100th post.
Since the start of April 2010, I’ve fragmented bits and pieces of my life and thoughts into a collection of words that have revived clarity and comfort in my unashamed confidence in Christ. I’d like to expound more of my soul on the birth of this post.
Every alarm clock shares a story. It’s usually placed within our most private boundaries of space and growth- our bedrooms. The sound of morning often startles us and laughs at our hideous appearance of drool and drought. Each story starts by our rolling of eyes, whining, or stretching out our body to relieve nervous tension. Yet, my days of saying, “I’m not a morning person” is now woven with my appreciation for the AM. These days my alarm clock wakes me up to a divine appointment to sit with the Lord and be enveloped in His presence through a practice that my pastor calls “Holy Imagination”. It has worked out well- casting out evil is manageable with His grace and loving others is at the forefront of my agenda. In and through these divine appointments, He arranges for me favor that has led to new opportunity.
To start chronologically, the Tuesday before Thanksgiving, I signed a non-exclusive agreement with NTA Talent Agency to become an addition to their commercial and print divisions; that same day, I failed my 18 question written test at the DMV, only to have barely succeeded the avalanche of a 36 question test the next day. With my permit in hand, and finally a legal excuse to operate a motor vehicle, I spent Thanksgiving overwhelmed with they joy of food, family and friends knowing that God has provided and He will provide in the future.
To the start of this week, I show up at L.A Models to envision “Runway” as my way of walking with Him. With respect to His providence, I shook hands with agents from the Runway board with the confirmation that I will be officially signing papers at the beginning of December. And while my film and t.v career hasn’t exactly lifted off, I will be able to shake hands once more.
And so it is with the alarm that goes off inside of me- that the Holy Spirit can startle the evil away and instead I can grasp onto what I know to be true and forgiving- God’s mercy is upon me. While the option of vibrating my alarm is tempting, it is the dangerous invitation for the devil to close off Holy Imagination and replace it with Imagination. Lord, would your voice ring loud and clear- that just like Abraham, I’d be able to go to up to Mount Moriah and surrender my idols to death. Be my alarm clock. 
