It’s a simple challenge really. Post, engage, pose a question, tell a story from your life, or share an amazing experience. The more you post in this Passion Project community the more you level up. I have taken the time to see the level every member of this community is at and everyone is at level 1 besides me. What kind of customized art once you reach level 3 in this community is entirely up to you. Portrait, memorial portrait of a loved one who has passed on, pet portrait, cartoon, illustration, or caricature. It’s your decision to make. If you reside within the contiguous United States then I would be happy to ship the custom art to your address. If you reside outside of the United Stated I would be happy to provide you a 300dpi quality digital image ready to be printed on any size paper, photo paper, or card stock up to a 11 X 17 size. Either way, if you have taken the time to view any of the illustrations, cartoons, caricatures, or art I have created and posted in this community then I am hoping you know you will be getting quality work. What could be easier? This is a $120.00 value (this my current charge for 1 custom piece of art, 11 X 17 in size with a two person limit in the image) And all you have to do is get to level 3 in the group. Who’s taking this challenge???

I deliver for DoorDash for a little extra run-around money, and recently I heard someone talking about the time of Moses. They said something I honestly don’t think I had ever heard put that way before — that angels delivered manna to the Israelites in the desert. The moment I heard that, my brain instantly connected it to DoorDash 😂 As strange as it sounds, I truly believe God sparked the idea in my mind right then and there. “God Dash — God Delivers”John 3:16 ✝️ It’s a reminder that God has always been a provider. In every generation, in every wilderness season, God delivers exactly what His people need. So I decided to turn the idea into a design and make a T-shirt mock-up out of it. Thought it came out pretty awesome 🔥 If you’d like to grab one, you can get it here 👇Get Yours Here

The War of Art is basically a battle manual—but the enemy isn’t out there… it’s sitting in your chair, scrolling your phone, and “just checking one more thing.” Here’s the core idea in plain terms: ⚔️ The Enemy: Resistance Pressfield calls it Resistance—that invisible force that shows up whenever you try to do something meaningful. - Procrastination - Self-doubt - Overthinking - “I’ll start tomorrow” syndrome If it matters… Resistance shows up. Every time. And here’s the kicker: The stronger the Resistance, the more important the work. So if something feels like trying to bench press a truck emotionally… congratulations, that’s probably the thing you’re meant to do. 🛡️ Amateur vs Professional This is the line in the sand. Amateur: - Waits for inspiration - Lets feelings dictate action - Quits when it gets uncomfortable Professional: - Shows up no matter what - Works on schedule - Treats the craft like a job, not a mood - A pro doesn’t ask, “Do I feel like creating today?”They say, “Cool, feelings—sit over there. We’re working.” 🔥 The Daily Battle This isn’t a one-time victory. It’s daily. - You don’t “beat” Resistance forever - You beat it today - Then tomorrow it tries again like it didn’t just lose yesterday - Persistent little gremlin. Pardon me, can you pass the sharpie markers? I have an empty page, canvas, or blank digital document I need to wage war on.

You feel it creeping in again—that familiar voice tightening the screws. 👉 Old script: “Maybe I’m just not cut out for this.” 👉 New script: “I’ve felt this before… and I kept going anyway.” That moment right there? That’s the fork in the road most people don’t even notice. It’s not loud. No fireworks. Just a quiet decision to not agree with the lie. When I catch myself being my own worst critic, I don’t try to win the whole battle at once—I just slow the moment down. Sometimes it’s as simple as: - Pausing and asking, “Is this actually true… or just familiar?” - Replaying a small win (even if it’s from yesterday) - Or shifting gears completely—walk, breathe, reset the mind like you’re rebooting a stubborn computer 😄 Other times, it’s a ritual: - Speak one truth out loud - Take one small action anyway - Refuse to negotiate with doubt Not because the doubt disappears… But because it doesn’t get the final say. You don’t need a perfect mindset. You just need to interrupt the old one long enough to move forward. So when that voice shows up again—and it will— what’s your go-to move to shut it down or redirect it?

There is beauty all around us. The beauty of a cloud drifting across the sky. The quiet strength of a tree. The simple joy of looking at a dog and realizing—this life, this moment—is a gift. The beauty of a wife… The beauty of a loving husband a blessing you know you didn’t earn, but were given anyway. If you really stop and think about it… that ability to see beauty, to feel love, to want something pure and good— That didn’t come from nowhere. That came from God. Because God is not distant. God is not cold. God is not mechanical. God is a lover. From the very beginning, He has been pursuing, romancing, and reaching for the hearts of you, me, and everyone . And that imprint—this deep desire to love, to care, to connect—that’s His fingerprint on your soul. Maybe you’ve felt it your whole life. That pull toward real love. The kind that listens. The kind that is patient. The kind that stops everything when someone is hurting and says, “I’m so sorry… I see you… I care.” That kind of love doesn’t come from the world. That kind of love comes from Him. And Easter… is the ultimate proof. Because Easter is not just a story about an empty tomb. It’s a story about a God who saw humanity in pain… and didn’t look away. A God who didn’t say, “Handle it yourself.” A God who didn’t stay distant or detached. No—He stepped in. Through Jesus Christ, God entered into our suffering. He listened to our brokenness. He carried our pain. He took on our sin. And then… He went to the cross. Not because He had to. But because He loved you. A real love. A patient love. A sacrificial love. A love that says, “I see your hurt… and I’m stepping in.” And when Jesus rose again on Easter morning, it was more than victory over death. It was a declaration: Love wins. Not temporary love. Not shallow love. But deep, relentless, personal love. The same love that moves you to care about a stranger. The same love that makes you stop and listen. The same love that says, “I may not know you… but I hurt with you.”