It saddens me to discover that fuel has been stolen from my own property. Hard to believe people are out there siphoning gas from others without permission, but here we are. I guess it’s time for a camera, because from now on I’ll be keeping a close eye on things.
What really gets me is that this kind of thing is happening in our small town. Who does something like that? Someone desperate… someone young… someone careless… or just plain foolish. Maybe all of the above.
I’m not trying to vent, but—dang! Sometimes this stuff just hits you wrong.
You know, I remember back in the 80’s when there was a wind of the Spirit moving across the land. There were real revivals breaking out—raw, unpolished, and powerful. A deep spiritual hunger stirred in the hearts of people, driving them to their knees, calling on God for a move.
And you know what? He moved.
It was a beautiful kind of chaos—people dancing in the wind of the Spirit, lives being shifted, hearts being healed. It touched every generation. Young people were chasing after something more than what they had. Middle-aged folks were seeking with a seriousness only life experience can bring. And the elders… they were praying, believing, and pouring wisdom into the moment.
God showed up in a powerful way.
Those of us who lived through that wave still talk about it today. We look back on those days of old with a mix of nostalgia and hunger, yearning for God to move like that once again.
And here’s what I believe:
He’s been preparing hearts. He’s been stirring something deep. The ground is shifting, and the pendulum is swinging back around.
A new wave is coming. A fresh wind—stronger, deeper, and wilder than before. Buckle up, people. Get ready for freedom to rush in like a mighty wind!
The five-fold ministry is going to come alive in a way that will astonish a lot of folks—apostles, prophets, evangelists, pastors, and teachers stepping boldly into their callings. God is setting the stage. He’s awakening His people.
Reflections on Calling, Connection, and the Power of Seeing the Real You
Tonight, I found myself watching Moana again. And once again, it got me — the laughs, the music, the story, and yes… the tears. No matter how many times I’ve seen it, this movie reaches something deep inside me.
There’s something powerful about Moana’s journey — the creation of who she becomes. From the beginning, she sees something beyond the horizon. She feels the pull of purpose long before she can explain it. And even when others try to press her into the expectations of a future chief, she listens to that small, steady voice inside that says, You were called for more.
She learns to believe that she was chosen — not by accident, not by coincidence, but by design. And that faith in who she is becomes the strength that carries her across the sea.
And then there’s Maui — funny, flawed, full of swagger, and yet carrying his own wounds. His story adds heart and humor in a way only he can. And of course… Hei Hei. Or as I like to call him: Drumstick. The fact that they wove such a ridiculous (and perfect) chicken into the story still makes me laugh every single time.
But the moment that truly gets me — every single viewing — is the restoring of the heart of Te Fiti.
Moana sees her. She recognizes her. She knows who Te Fiti really is beneath the anger, the destruction, and the pain.
That moment when Moana walks forward, singing gently, offering the heart back to her — and Te Kā’s fiery rage melts into the calm, green, life-giving presence of Te Fiti… yeah. That’s where I lose it. Every time. Something about seeing someone restored to who they were always meant to be hits a place in my own heart.
This movie reminds me that we all carry a purpose, a calling, a heart that sometimes gets buried under life’s storms. But with courage, faith, and a whole lot of heart, we find our way — just like Moana.
And maybe that’s why I love this movie so much. It’s more than a story. It’s a reminder.
Know who you are. Remember who you were created to be. And don’t be afraid to restore the hearts you encounter along the way — including your own.
Rediscovering the connections that hold us together.
As the holidays approach at what feels like lightning speed, I can’t help but pause and reflect on what truly matters. In a season filled with gifts, gatherings, and endless to-do lists, it’s easy to get swept up in the noise. But at the end of the day—during the holidays and all year long—it’s all about family.
And when I say family, I don’t just mean blood relatives. I’m talking about the people who have walked with us through life. The ones who show up. The ones who love us, challenge us, support us, laugh with us, and sometimes even cry with us. The brothers and sisters we grew up with, the cousins who feel like lifelong friends, the aunts and uncles who shaped us, the moms and dads who carried us, the grandparents whose wisdom echoes in our hearts. And yes—our friends who became family along the way.
As we continue on this journey we call life, one thing becomes very clear: we need each other. Through the good times and the not-so-good times, through seasons of joy and seasons of struggle, we were never meant to walk this path alone.
Somewhere along the way, as technology advanced and life sped up, we lost a little bit of that connection. We became more plugged-in, but more disconnected. More reachable online, but harder to reach in real life. And honestly, that’s heartbreaking. I miss the old days sometimes—the days before constant notifications and WiFi, when conversations were face-to-face and time together felt slower, richer, more intentional.
But even as the world changes, one truth stays the same: Family is where life happens. Family is where memories are made. Family is where we return when the world gets noisy.
I love my family—all of them. The ones related by blood and the ones bound by love. And this holiday season, I’m choosing to slow down, to reconnect, and to remember what matters most.
Because in the end, it really is all about family.
Notes from Alex 