Must Do
Wrote a giddy garbled – oh so clever (not) – comment. Later look back and regret, plus the limping posts in recent days, display a self-indulgence I so self-despise. Who am I to know what’s going down with AJ plus proud up like that? This need to sound (to myself) so – is sickening. Caught myself at it the other day/here. If I can’t . . .
Said To
Done an update on yesterday’s. Now bash a quicky for t’day. No More/NO MORE long timers. No matter how oblique and weird to a reader might come across. As if… readers. Ha.
Me-not get something from these posts, what’s the purpose? Basking in some illusionary fan base don’t do it and flowering away with the lingo. Bull….
. . .Wait?
Not so-hearing God. Know why? About coming more and long enough, for a proper while, in a place to hear.
Shall spit for some minutes and withdraw off. Another opportunity today to hear and herald out. Not fill-up with internet or whatever else. Do what must and do what can.
Not hearing much, because not enough . . .
Holy Dissatisfaction
Holy dissatisfaction grips. All about ‘eyes upon the hills’ and ‘where does my help come from?’
Fires and physical idols on high places, the Psalmist is drawn to look. Today, pixels.
Hunter not catching his prey. (This is why writing every jolly early day is vulnerable to self-exposure and temptation to make a . . .
Inhabit The Front Line.
Knocked this out and now – about as quickly typed – word for today. In a nutty shell, stones to bread etc.
Because ‘God is’/as/says-me Bible-wise, so cometh the roaring lion. Through God, and self-disclosing, purposes and ways.
Not overly satisfied and what’s available among theologians, re the war and how/why? . . .
Back To Seeds And Planting
Up so early it’s like staying up late. Bonkers. Blessed.
Onto words for today: God is walking. Sounds heard in... the garden. Shame, has us run away. Induced by not knowing the necessity of repentance. Forgiveness and freedom. And only knowing this-world. Through one person’s physical and deepest, widest… wildest too, . . .
