It can usually begin with a strong drum beat.

Actually, the beat doesn’t have to be that strong, it just must be undeniable. Also, it doesn’t have to be literal. It can be virtual or even imaginary.

All you need to do is play it in your head. Put it on a loop. That’ll do yuh.

Can’t you hear it right now? Here … and hear … let me help …



Isn’t it great? There’s something relentlessly decisive, driving and foreboding about it. If you’re being honest with yourself, you realize you’ve really got no other choice.

Yes, you can dropout. Sure, you can give up, but time doesn’t accept either. Even if you’re off the grid, time is marching on right over your face. Literally.

Time is the boss. Actually, God is the boss. He holds time on the tip of His index finger.

Why am I even writing this? I don’t know. I just got this spark … this flash of inspiration. Something told me that despite our best and even worst efforts, it all comes down to being beyond our control. Sure, we can indeed control a lot, but we control much less than we think we do.

We are simply vessels. If you’re a painter, you’re a vessel. If you’re a singer, you’re a vessel. If you’re a writer, you’re a vessel.

The entire universe is a symphony, isn’t it? It came through the vessel. Everything moves in perfect synchronicity and harmony, doesn’t it?

Whenever we don’t get whatever it is that we think we want, it’s probably because it didn’t fulfill the forward march. The forward march is everything.

Pick your plan and plot your strategy. Go right ahead. Yet ultimately, something else is in control. We’re so arrogant … and ignorant. We say to ourselves …

“I got this!” but God knows otherwise. Tell Him your greatest plans and contrary to popular belief, He won’t laugh, He’ll just say …


God … I hope I’m not misquoting You.  If I am, please forgive me.

Point of clarification here … “WELL BLESS YOUR HEART!” is not a smackdown. It’s simply a correction. If our greatest ideas and plans aren’t marching things forward, we can forget it.

Some folks think that just because something is called “progress,” that doesn’t make it progressive or even desirable. Yeah, I guess that’s true, but you cannot deny that change IS going to happen.

I’m sitting here looking out my dining room window. Fall is in full swing. Old yellow, orange, red and light green leaves are tumbling from the trees … and they can’t get up.

If they could, the trees certainly wouldn’t consider falling leaves “progress” because they’re going into hibernation, but the dying leaves are indeed part of this forward march. Are they not?

Here’s the thing about this forward march that we’re all experiencing … it’s happening whether you like it or not. It’s happening whether you like the outcome or not.

The forward march comes with the gig.

If you’re late for your flight, guess what? The plane is taking off without you. If you’re too late for your best friend’s wedding, guess what? The wedding is moving forward without you. You’ll pay the price later. It’s all part of the forward march.

It’s not that we don’t have a say … it’s just that we don’t always get our way. That’s how time works.

Just think for a moment. If we always got our way, how would our galaxy even function? It wouldn’t be in keeping with the laws of the universe, would it?

Have you ever wanted something so bad and then something unexpected happens and you say to yourself … “Thank God I didn’t get it!” This has happened to me many times.

At the end of the day, the only thing we can count on is God and His forward march. I mean, just look around. It’s all happening perfectly … without any real help from us. Actually, it’s still happening even when we’re being stubborn and difficult. Our egos are just no match for God and His forward march.

His will is happening perfectly … and musically. It’s a gigantic symphony with everything in utter synchronicity.


Time is marching right over your face. It’s marching around you and through you. It’s marching across and beneath you. It’s marching in front of you at all times. It has already created what you have yet to create.

Can’t you just hear and feel that drumbeat?