As with Zerrubabel, the foundation was laid many years ago, and today the rebuilding of the temple continues. In January 2015, shortly after a man I counted as a dear friend died to suicide, I began to experience a drenching latter rain in my life; coinciding with a complete breakdown of much of my fledgling business empire, and a rebirth of music in my heart and soul at a new volume level.
What more can I say? Walking in love with the Ancient of Days is freedom. Today, with control no mean feat of a combatant, my expression of love is seen in three profoundly different creative disciplines; see Boatswain's notice below.