I'll get on a plane when necessary but I don't enjoy flying. I'm pretty sure my "fear" is rooted in the lack of control I feel while I'm just sitting there allowing someone I can't see and whom I don't know to whisk me to a destination without any safety or navigational input from me other than my "ok" when I bought my ticket. When I do fly, the only reason I submit to the process is because I'm trying to get somewhere FAST that would otherwise take me forever, some place I can't stay on the ground and still arrive in a reasonable timeframe. As you can tell, I'm a control FREAK...

I woke up suddenly this morning after having what seemed like more than a dream, but instead a VISION from God. I don't know whether it was a nightmare, a wet dream, a warning, or all three. The "vision" was so diverse. At one point I was surrounded by beautiful women (some naked, for which I give God praise), then I almost drowned while kayaking/sightseeing in an exotic locale. In another scene, some guys were TRYING to beat me up, but I escaped and ended up with a bag full of money. So much more occurred but none of the specifics are really relevant to the message I was given the moment I awoke.

Recently, I setup an Instagram account for my daughter in an effort to promote the fall release of her debut baby accessories line. Despite my intentions to stick to my mission, it didn't take long for me to get sucked into the culture that exists on Instagram among parents who think they have the world's cutest kids. I ended up entering Quinn into a photo contest for @babies_with_swagg and she LOST! It honestly didn't bother me one bit until I woke up early this morning to pray. As I began to intercede for Quinn, an UNUSUAL travail overtook me and I began to cry uncontrollably (not because she lost, people). Actually, I'm still teary-eyed as I type this entry...

I woke up with a smile on my face this morning leftover from Fathers Day. I thought for sure I'd have an opportunity to blog about how much a perfect God loves us, if I can be recognized as a loving father by so many, despite how flawed I am... I guess that will have to happen on a later date because this morning, while in prayer, God wiped the smile right off my face. The bible says He chastens (corrects) those whom He loves and I got a little lecture from my Heavenly Dad for something inside me that's wrong...

Part of the reason I'm able to blog so much is because I believe God is ALWAYS speaking to us and I look for Him in every occurrence in my life. Since I believe, He has a purpose for my life and everything that happens in it, I'm ALWAYS asking Him to show me what He's trying to convey to me. On that premise, let me share with you the story about my recent trip to a strip club in Myrtle Beach...

I'm going to resist the temptation to prove that I am a decent writer by constructing some long and mysterious intro that pulls you in while trying to veil my point. Let's just jump straight in today! Yesterday, I got REALLY bored around 6:00pm, so I decided to put some clothes on Quinn (my daughter) and take her toy shopping at Target. After about an hour of looking around and trying to find the perfect gifts for her to enjoy, I settled on some electronic bubble machines and an indoor slide.

This is just a QUICK praise report. Yesterday, God woke me up EARLIER than usual to pray! (I wish He would put me on the after-noon prayer team!) Anyway, He told me to intercede for my Facebook and Twitter friends and followers and write whatever I feel in the process. He said He wanted to speak specifically through me to a someone who was a complete stranger to me. Despite my issues with having to wake up so early I obeyed and this was in my inbox today,  from a total stranger...

I JUST left the bank after what was almost a VERY frustrating experience. For the last few months I have been without a photo ID. My license has been revoked for seemingly decades, so my state issued ID has been my only proof that I am Anthony Quinn McPherson. I've been too busy with CIAA events to go stand in line at the DMV to get another one. Anyway, I found it last week when I was making a withdrawal at the bank and I was SUPER excited. For weeks and months I had to ask other people to do stuff for me that I knew would require a photo ID. Well, I went to the bank today to make a deposit and when they asked for ID I reached in my wallet and it was gone AGAIN! I wasn't worried because I had just been in there a week ago when I found it. Surely, I thought, if they allowed me to take money out before I found it, they would allow me to put money in after losing it! However, the teller REFUSED to accept my deposit without proof of my identity. Needless to say, I was FRUSTRATED! It made no sense to me that I could withdraw from them without an ID but I could not deposit without one.

Then the Holy Spirit touched my heart and caused me to realize that this was a teaching moment...