One More
Perhaps I'll write tomorrow even or later today, or a few days. Perhaps I'd be better off with this kind of routine? Intermittent.
Have something to say and judging. And pangs about yesterday's post and "who am I to...". World seems bleak as I lay here feeling my shame. The burden of...
Gonna . . .
Until
“Tell me something good” is so much more of a challenge. Good news. Want to type this.
To remind/why: Write to prophecy and pray-as-go. Write to preach to myself. Write that a rare reader might be built up; Read something that leads, maybe to look here or there and somehow receive something, GOOD. For a verse, or verses, . . .
Outlandish
All I’m managing is jazz up an image and consider the burdens that shouldn't be felt. Blank for direction. But do because I do and try to make this an act of consecration. Took, a cracker and suitable liquid, communion. While the kettle boiled. Talking in tongues and remember verses. Must get this done in 15 mins. No fame here . . .
No Measure
We're not supposed to be well. A disgrace, and sign we're sheeping about while wolves creep in the dark. Showing their teeth and evidence of eating us is everywhere. There are two lines; never been better – never been worse. Not more or less, clearly, both/and. We should be grateful, as in the UK, and not be in an idealistic . . .
We Need God
There we have it. Misplaced blame and undeveloped, refuse to follow-through, thinking. The base combo. Run down another or others and get off on. Sweeping along in group-think and identity politics, the wider push. Stuffed up, because we don’t see the con. Exemplified, if/in, we can’t see the false-waving-flags -and- no sense that a . . .
Pauper
: a person destitute of means except such as are derived from charity.
Oswald Chambers on this today names, deeper than happy ones and irrespective of material wealth, those who are (the ministry of the) unnoticed.
Poor and hidden, the antithesis of all this world aspires and values. How a million pounds, vs . . .
God Wants
And I want a little slumber. Do. Then get on the bike and zip about.
Easier to tap this out than get crouched and yearning. Book out and net off. Tired, the ones who waited for Jesus to pray that night, fell asleep. Sleep is easy. Could we not wait with... he said to them/could be us: Couldn't you keep watch for one . . .