There's plenty to write out of some self-inflicted distress but decided to take a rest until Saturday coming. Arise O Sleeper, Mark. Also might be better saying more/less often. Weekly is too long but perhaps not necessarily every-day?

Due to circumstances within my control, that I let go out of... Now I’m in redeem-mode. This particular ‘should never be’ has me considering options. I tend not to overly believe God is getting direct with me, or at least be too quick confirming. Keep ‘thus saiths’ considerations to; could be, maybe and gotta be. I miss acknowledging much because of this but I reserve hearing/believing, when it is all but obvious. Comes in this way and that, like there's room for doubt. And even once firmly convinced this is 'God'- still more... "Ridiculous" is the word I tend to exclaim with. Signs and wonders, in this case, a rebuke and disciplining. Still seething at me, felt upsettingly raw with God at dawn.

Until Saturday I will get 'daily scooping' up and happening.

I’m in no place to write about women (and men), around if/what’s different like. Perhaps the key is time enough, to try to get it done “proper like”. Also reconsidering what I think I’m doin’ tipin n tapin away. I'm finding anything but spontaneous slap-it-out and up, barely happens.

I’m not on the disciplines that will get the writing and prayer where I believe someone likes or wants. I had this one last best photo, texted and ready in reserve. The scripture couldn’t be more fitting. I wouldn’t have banged on about sheeple-woes without a look in the mirror. Now I can’t see anyone beyond me. And got back on Chambers after a wee break and went to it with considerable expectation for a timely collision of relevance. This has happenrd here and there before but I was a rumbled good, and - proper - humbled.

For godly sorrow worketh repentance to salvation.