A Canvas I’ve Yet to Perfect

"..the abyss will gaze back into you."

It's time to slow down and take a hard look at the path ahead. The thought sends a shiver down my spine—like stepping into an abyss. It feels like retreating, a surrender of sorts, but deep down, I know it’s not. It’s a recalibration, a chance to realign with what truly matters.

As Ben Franklin wisely said, “Failing to plan is planning to fail.” Those words echo in my mind, a stark reminder of the chaos I’ve been wrestling.

For years, I’ve felt like a relentless performer on a lonely stage, juggling an array of spinning plates—each one a demand, a dream, a duty. I’ve stretched myself thin, chasing too many goals at once, only to watch them wobble and crash. The truth is, I haven’t mastered any of them. Instead, I’ve been caught in a whirlwind of effort, leaving me breathless and unfulfilled.

Those plates? They’re brimming with life’s weight. My wife, Faith, and I are raising five children. All of them navigating through the chaos of their school years. Sports, relationships, academics, and the awkwardness of those years is enough. Then the influences of social media add their own additional challenges. It could overwhelm a small army. Faith, a remarkable stay-at-home mother, pours her heart into our family. She works hard to keep the chaos at bay while maintaining her grace. Meanwhile, I juggle a full-time job and pour my soul into MagAmericans. My passion project has become both my outlet and my burden. It wasn’t always this way. It was only a few years ago that I found my voice. Standing up against corruption in my community. However, that brought an unexpected and unfair tidal wave of new responsibilities and a heavy price to pay.

I pay it willingly.

"If there must be trouble, let it be in my day, that my child may have peace" - Thomas Paine

Sleep is a scarce commodity—five, maybe six hours a night, if I’m lucky. I’ve convinced myself that burning the midnight oil fuels productivity, especially for MagAmericans. I rise before the dawn, sneaking into my office with my coffee. The rest of the house slumbers as I chase moments of clarity to write. But too often, those moments slip away. I’ve spent countless hours staring at a blinking cursor on a blank screen. Dancing as if to mock my intentions. It’s not always wasted time, but it’s rarely the breakthrough I crave.

These past few years, my efforts have borne little fruit. Yet, I’ve grown. I’ve taught myself to build websites, manage organizations, and edit videos. I even assemble a book—skills I never imagined I’d claim. The challenge lies in wielding them effectively, turning raw ability into meaningful impact. I’m still learning, as we all are, stumbling forward with more lessons to uncover.

Despite the setbacks, I find joy in this work. Writing and creating light a fire within me. Always have. Still, I can’t ignore the truth: even Jesus took time to rest. It’s time to set down some of these plates and cradle the ones that matter most.

First, my family. They are my heart’s truest joy. Our children are growing at a dizzying pace. Their childhoods are slipping through my fingers like sand. In a few short years, they’ll be carving their own paths, leaving behind a house too quiet. I refuse to look back on these days with regret, haunted by memories I didn’t make. I want vivid snapshots of laughter, adventures, and love—not a gallery of empty yesterdays.

I had thousands of those snapshots on my old Facebook account before they “deactivated and deleted” it with no warning. Our voices remain muffled online. Social media wields its power like a guillotine, silencing creators at whim. Owning my website has been a lifeline, granting me a freedom most never know. Still, it’s a work in progress, a canvas I’ve yet to perfect. Years of running my own small businesses have taught me a lot. Skills I applied to help others build their online presence. Now, it’s time to refine my own corner of the digital world.

Social media, particularly YouTube, have been a battlefield. The opportunity to use these social media platforms comes at a cost. They are often censoring, blocking, banning, and erasing my work. The inconsistency steals away any momentum I gather, but I press on.

Above all, I need to chase God’s will, not my own. Since my mother’s passing last November, I’ve drifted from prayer, not out of anger but neglect. I woke one day to realize the conversations with God had faded into memories. When I draw near to Him, life aligns—blessings unfold. Yet, in my hustle to forge my own path, I’ve lost sight of His. It’s time to return, to listen, and to trust.

I’m excited for what lies ahead—for our family, MagAmericans, and our nation. The road will be grueling, paved with obstacles no one promised we would avoid. It’s a narrow path, easy to navigate but difficult to stay on. Peril, but it’s the only one that leads to salvation, to the restoration of our souls and our land.

A new morning dawns in America, but the air is thick with tension. Leftist agitators, hungover from the newest narratives, are primed for battle. Mainstream Media will spin illusions, craft stories to fracture the right, and sow fear. Useful idiots will continue to regurgitate them. We must stand firm and continue calling out the media propaganda for what it is. A tool used to control. They prey on the ignorant, luring them from their classrooms and safe spaces into protests they barely comprehend. The sheep are convinced that they must hide within a group while holding a sign that they cannot explain.

Sheep will be sheep but MagAmericans.com will continue to be a voice of clarity. We will continue exposing the left's tactics and championing Christian and American values. We will honor patriots who embody integrity and good moral character. While humbly promoting accountability for those who falter.

Accountability is unpopular. So is the person who suggests it. We cannot ignore it as it undermines our shared mission. We reject the spectacle of those who trade honor for profit or peddle lies for donations. Our sacrifices—of time, money, and dreams—are for our country and our children, not our personal gain. We know we must be willing to lose something or our children will lose everything.

Learning from our past mistakes, MagAmericans will stand alone, a steadfast beacon in the storm. We’ll rally others to Make America Great Again, to unite, educate, and activate We the People. “United we stand, divided we fall” and you better believe it. The enemy sure does. Their focus is the latter. They don’t build themselves up. Instead they tear their opposition down. The left destroys because it cannot build.

They seek to splinter us, but we grow stronger. Darkness may loom, but it will never extinguish the light.