Hollywood Hates Me

So much for the healing show project… I was attacked for sending in hours after a month of working on it. Maybe this is the land where people labor in exchange for pixie dust; hoping for their dreams to come true. In that case, I’ll just stay in my lane and work free for a higher value of pixie dust – the kind that falls from Heaven rather than human lips.

Onward we go. I’m getting candles ready for my upcoming week and heading to Orange Country tomorrow. Maybe the prayer candles will open a doorway to healing, miracles and God’s good will for when one door closes he always makes a way.

Goodnight. Rest in the peace of Jesus.