I feel so good.  Thank you, Jesus.  I really count my blessings.  Actually, I count those days when I feel good AND my blessings.  It feels good to feel good.  You know what I mean?  I hate when I waste my days on negativity.  I really can drive around all day debating with myself and in deep turmoil over stupid stuff.  Only my soul knows the bitter war that I battle with myself on bad days.  And now, actually I am learning that they only mask themselves as bad days.  They are really good days, cause they truly do make me stronger.  And not in the cliche way that we all say...but in the real heartfelt way.  I am stronger than I was yesterday.  I am not where I want to be, but I sure in the world ain't where I used to be.

So, GOD is good.  HAHAHA.  I said "SO", as if because I said so.  Or because HE is blessing me right now.  Yea, so, GOD turned out to be good, after all.  Yea, right.  GOD has always been good.  I just wish the world could see HIM as I see HIM.  And even as I say that, I wish I could see HIM like that person that is completely devoted (more than me, cause I am gonna get there, but I am just not there, yet) to HIM sees HIM.  Hmmm, did that sentence make sense?  Cause if I think HE is wonderful right now.  I can just imagine how HE is seen to a seasoned follower.  One who takes no prisoners and defeats the devil with ease on every turn.   One, where even the devil, gets tired of trying to entice.  Yea, I can't wait to see my Lord like that.

My daughter must see HIM like that.  I wonder does she know and recognize that.  I mean she has to see GOD and have HIM all in her heart.  One look at her smile and you can see it clearly.  She is the most beautiful creature on this planet.  And when you are that special, you have to know GOD. 

My hand hurts.  My left wrist and hand have had a rough month.  First, I think I told you that Javon accidentally tripped me on the basketball court and I fell on my wrist.  I guess it was payback cause just a few plays earlier, I tried to steal the ball from Tsaka (doggonit, did I spell his name right?  I think there might be an H in there somewhere....no...there is no H...I think.) and accidentally jacked up his wrist.  I need to call him and see how that is doing, by the way.  But I guess my payback wasn't finished, cause not even a week later on the set I busted through the door and broke the glass.  Ouch!  It actually didn't hurt as glass fell deep into my skin.  The scars are starting to heal, but I think it has slowed down the process of the healing of the fall in some kind of way.  Anyhoo, my hand is now starting to hurt, cause I can't seem to move it the natural way that you move a hand.  I ain't a doctor, so I am not sure if that is the reason.  But, it seems like it could be.  I have watched ER enough times to know a little something , something.  I am about to get a massage today and I will make sure that she rubs on that hand for a quick minute.  

My career is doing it's thug thizzle.  I have been going out for these small roles lately and I have been rocking it.  I am on hold for Lincoln Heights...and I have a callback for this other show that I just went out for today.  Halleluyah.  I prayed for success, cause in the BIBLE, the notes said to pray for what you want.  GOD wants us to ask HIM.  So, among other things...I asked for some success on the career front.  I wasn't saying that HE hasn't already blessed me immensly.  I mean, the TONY AWARD alone is off the chains.  I pray that HE is answering my prayers with the booking of CYBERPUNX and now the other two or three projects on the back burner.  Yes, I am ready to get to cooking.  HAHAHA. 

Bless me indeed and enlarge my territory.  Keep your hands on me and keep me from my enemies so that I may cause no pain.  Halleluyah.