carne asada, a steak with a purpose.

there used to be, a man would have a dream, he would get something from God knows where, and he would chase that dream, just like the child chasing a butterfly on a cool spring day.  it used to be that that man would abandon all other things and run to this ehope that came to him on a state of mind he is not wholy responsible for.

unfortunately this is not the case anymore. this day is dead, man no longer chases after what makes his heart flutter.  man’s ambitions are in the desert place, the hot dry place where nothing can grow, nothing can prosper.

but there is a time arising when a generation will grasp ahold of the dreams the visions that come and float in their heads.

there is a time when they will chase after the one who calls them, with reckless abandonment.  everything else is fodder, everything is has really no creedance on their lives.

this generation has seen the face of the Father, and grabbed ahold of him.  they have grabbed ahold of the one that has snatched them up from the desert.  that has gave water to their parched lips.

this generation, will shape all tings to come.

all things to do with justive, to do with the life they need.

of course, this is all hearsy and i have no idea if it will come.

but i have on thing that i’ve been missing, for a long time, i have hope, i have surrender.