Donaven is trying to see how many toy sheep it takes to derail his toy train.
Stay with me here.
He never found out how many sheep it takes.
What derailed the train?
He farted and fell over on the tracks laughing.
After a couple of minutes of coughing/laughing/crying he sits up calmly.
Donaven: I’m fine. Really, I’m fine.
I don’t know what’s worse. The fact that he is judging the quality of his toy trains by what it takes to derail them, or the fact that his latest train got derailed by a fart.
Hello,
I’ve walked a path I didn’t ask for, guided by a God I can’t ignore. I don’t wear titles well—writer, teacher, leader—they fit like borrowed armor. But I know this: I’ve bled truth onto a page, challenged what I was told to swallow, and led only because I refused to follow where I couldn’t see Christ.
I don’t see greatness in the mirror. I see someone ordinary, shaped by pain and made resilient through it. I’m not above anyone. I’m not below anyone. I’m just trying to live what I believe and document the war inside so others know they aren’t alone.
If you’re looking for polished answers, you won’t find them here.
But if you’re looking for honesty, tension, paradox, and a relentless pursuit of truth,
you’re in the right place.
If you’re unsure of what path to follow or disillusioned with the world today and are willing to walk with me along this path I follow, you’ll never be alone. Everyone is welcome and invited to participate as much as they feel comfortable with.
Now, welcome home. I’m Don.
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