Considering the blood. And how we're so easily offended.

We who avail ourselves of this wondrous provision, have no need to be. Yet get narked and lash-out. Project on-to. Invariably, through feeling disrespected and in refusing to build controls on irritation. Come an interruption to our expectation, and we like-god/we-think, judge out. Hurt, hurt. A relieving kick-back and moment's sense of superiority.

"In ourselves/we know better" and therefore, becomes an emotional, fight or flight.

There are two movements, one suddenly and somewhat involuntary, the other; underlying and slow dripdripdrip, sowed-into, build-up.

This revelation from/with God's Spirit, if stirred up within, is the only deeper answer. The one that re-shapes the vulnerability of our disposition, releasing us from the tyranny of being our own self-god.

Any squeeze on us manifests what's within, bringing out faith, hope and love -- in God. In what we are, comes out. God in, and working, or not? The fake version is everywhere, fools me every time. Which has to be (..ish/and in the right context) and the cross we take up.

Be a blessing and not about 'me' but giving up and matters about. It's be-blessing to all and one, not about free and easy with sweet company, in an unpressured mood.

The cycles come like the rain. Goes; difficulty and reaction, difficulty... so on.

Calling: Soaking up the rudeness and nonsense but barely see as such. Purposefully sublimate to the higher one's gaze and enabling, our ever-present, leaning onto, lover.

Paul spoke of his appreciation and delight in troubles, all he could see as and when, was more and more -- of God.

Be perfect. Yup, that what said, the maturity that manages manners and is a sign and wonder.

Sometimes think, being on the side of the road with a bag and no money, would be the place of power barely seen. The artificial economy is bursting and we are living on the cusp. Tomorrow/weeks/months -- the collective troubles begin in a new, long emergency. Will God find faith on earth? That's what he's looking for.

Not me looking out for. Out there. People of faith, awake and open. Gotta lay down and faith for. IF and maybe, God will lead me to believe so.

Here be read -- all that. This 'for' anyone, be this a seeker for Christ, yet met up.

Proper monk life and doing the hermit, we shouldn't even notice -- alone. Who be our lover and best friend? Who needs what then? "As for me..."

Notes: The judging of others/judges us. What a rev? In judging others we...

Mind on God. Now, what to TS about?