I live in a fairly calm community in the outskirts of Kansas City, MO. I drive a Honda accord from the late 90's and I have a soft spot for children and any activity involving water and wind. I am newly seeking work in the nonprofit industry. I have a need to help others. I often wear jeans and am rarely seen without at least some facial hair...some rustic stubble to accentuate my manliness. Music runs rampant through my veins at all times and I'm blissfully content in the presence of greatness as I am in the presence of ruin. Any discontentment with me comes from distance between God and myself by my own doing. My drive for life and love comes from the desire to breed hope and to spread that hope- one that only comes from being honest enough with one's self to accept the gift of a creator / creation relationship. The recent three years of my life have been by far the hardest of my life. I'd like to say that through these times I have learned the more than ever before but I'd venture to say that isn't quite right. I will admit that what I have learned has taken deeper root than many previous lessons of prior days. I am an only child spoiled only in love. I feel as though I have an aged soul while at the same time, little boy "Justin" is never far from the surface. I hold my friends close (not as close as I would like) and my self-honesty closer. In moments of great pressure, weight beyond my comprehension, when the situation is clutch, I shine like the sun in the black sky. I also shine in moments of rest in my Father. I have eyes that say more than I would like them to and a heart that gives more than it has. My faults lie in distraction. When I lose sight of my purpose, when I forget that this world is but a fleeting premonition of my real life, I begin to put myself into things that will pass away. It's true that I need to rehearse, "this to shall pass". I often fool myself into thinking that there is nothing at stake in this life and that is the seed of restless living whose fruit is diseased at best. There are daily situations that are potent and of great magnitude, most of which I see though only in a small part of them do I partake. Fear is the culprit for this travesty of holiness. I fear being known fully as my Father in heaven knows me fully. In my reeling mind I know that it is this same fear that opposes truth and love but in my bones, the man portion of my being resists the acceptance of my Creator's power, His Grace. This state of affairs isn't one in which I live but more accurately, the occasional anomaly. Many of my scars testify to this.I have overly pudgy fingers and an abnormally large aptitude for fat storage in my cheeks and if I were to be forced to a decision, I admit reluctantly, I would prefer Grey's Anatomy to CSI. Yes, I am often mistaken for a homosexual on the basis of my neat appearance and my tedious hygiene, not to mention the Grey's Anatomy comment. I have a keen eye for liars coming from a long past of intimate encounters (both male and female...this reference is NON-Sexual in context). Believing that time is always of the essence, I choose to get to the heart of matters as soon as possible. Be that heart the heart of the person, so be it (always taking into account their boundaries). Every morning and evening I have a set method of drying off from my shower. No other method is as efficient as mine.I an enamored with the sensual caress of a summer's breeze and, given the choice, I would gladly read in a park alone over rocking out at a crowded concert. No, I do not like long walks in the park for the sake of fabricate romance and "NO", though single, I'm NOT LOOKING (in case you got the wrong idea about this post). I believe that every day holds a chance for me to be exactly who I was made to be in the exact moment where my actions and my presence have a positive eternal impact.