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Hey family,

I would like to welcome you all to Against The Grain, my spiritual journal. I am not a "blogger" per se and this will be my first true attempt at blogging. I would like for you to know that I am not here to become someone. I am not blogging for the likes or popularity. I am beginning this blog because God has given  me so much that has saved my life and I want to give it to others in hopes that it could save theirs.

Often times, after quiet time with him, I am so wowed by him that I am ready to go and tell everybody. In this space, I will share all that God places on me. I will be opening up about my dreams, my revelations, my encounters with him, my love-letters (my actual journal), etc. As a heads up - I want to keep my writing as raw as possible with little edits but will make adjustments so that articles can be read a bit easier.

This will not be a place of ear tickling. Most of what I have to say is going to go against most of what you have been taught or believe, against what the world is telling you. Hence, against the grain! I am here to grow and encourage growth. Time is running out. Jesus is returning. Where will you be? Where will your heart be? I do not want you to miss out on salvation and eternity in God's kingdom. Heaven is real. Hell is real. Which do you choose?

Let's get right before it is too late.

I love you!


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