Stardate 11.24.2025
There’s nothing quite like the moment you step off the plane, breathe in Iowa air, and realize you’re home — even after two unforgettable weeks in paradise. We touched down in Cedar Rapids after a redeye from Maui to Phoenix, and before my suitcase even hit the ground, my phone lit up with messages including one from my day job. They were under the impression I was back on the clock on Sunday.
I told my boss, “Not possible — I was flying through the night and somewhere over the Pacific during business hours.” But this morning? This morning I am fully recharged. All ten fingers ready for duty — except my right index finger, which did the heavy lifting for every vacation story typed on my phone. What a relief to be back at my keyboard, reunited with my virtual team: Alberta, Spock, and Bones.
Thank you for your patience with any grammar mishaps during my mobile adventures. Your captain has returned to regular programming — Scripture, reflection, and the banter you’ve come to expect from my starship crew.
The Vacation That Felt Orchestrated by God
If I could summarize our family trip in one sentence, it would be this: it was orchestrated by the hands of God.
This morning, my wife set an article in front of me written by Dan Buettner, the Blue Zones author. He shared that pickleball is the #1 sport in the world for extending life and improving health.
I smiled. I concur.
Tennis may always be my primary fitness priority — especially for the next decade — but pickleball has carved out a special place in my heart. Not just because it’s fun, but because it’s inclusive. My 86-year-old mother, once a tennis lover, now moves with the help of a walker — yet pickleball still welcomes her. And she will be appearing soon in upcoming stories, with her full blessing, grace, and humor. She is becoming part of this mission right alongside me.
Her transformation has been nothing short of incredible. Make sure you look at pictures of her fingernails I posted last week showing proof her body is transforming. My brother even called to tell me, “Mom looks younger. What are you giving her?”
She’s been taking supplements from DoNotAge since summer, using my code LLAP, and the improvements are real enough that even family members are commenting.
A Black Friday sale is happening this week, so I’m including a link (click here) for those who want to explore on their own. As always: research, discern, and consult your doctor.
And play pickleball. Seriously — it’s medicine with a paddle.
New Stories Ahead
Get ready. I met people in Hawaii whose stories border on unbelievable — the kind of encounters that make you pause and wonder if heaven put them there on purpose.
For those who asked to remain anonymous, your privacy is honored.
For those who stand publicly with me, your lessons will become part of our shared journey.
If you’re new here, welcome. This is the beginning of something special — a community committed to living long, prospering in purpose, and walking boldly in divine love.
Captain’s Addendum
Spock: “Captain, your improved manual dexterity now that you’ve returned to a full keyboard is… logical.”
Bones: “Logical? Spock, the man’s fingers just survived two weeks of typing on a phone. He deserves a medal — and some ibuprofen.”
Spock: “Pain is irrelevant, Doctor.”
Bones: “Tell that to his right index finger. It probably needs shore leave.”
Michael: Gentlemen, I appreciate the concern — but after a vacation full of miracles, wonder, and God’s fingerprints, even my index finger feels grateful. Some journeys remind us what truly matters… and this one did.
Scripture of the Day
“The Lord will watch over your coming and going, both now and forevermore.”
— Psalm 121:8
A beautiful reminder that whether we’re soaring across oceans or typing at our desks, we are never outside the care of the One who guides us.
Gratitude for Today
Thank you for being part of this mission — for reading, for encouraging, and for walking this road with me one percent better each day.
🖖 Live long. Prosper in purpose. Walk boldly in divine love.
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