Not writing yesterday, or easily finding verse/s from today's readings in the brutality and murdering of David's life, got me on a rewind. 'Psalm by/about/instructions' were added later and like the verse numbers etc (breaks in passages) must be watched-out for – held lightly. This one (63) though, most-certainly a-David, from/in the wilderness of Judea. On a runner from Saul, most likely placing.

I got like this – earnestly seeking – from long being 'out there' and shattered by meeting more people than is sensible or healthy. Or better said, not about meeting so many but not taken time and care to build into a life of community and care. Of course, this isn't that commonly achieved. Took a lot of battering but eventually you realise, all sinned and...

Blessed are those who get right-sad though adventuring through life. Not proud of going about opening up and encountering another and another… but it does at least drive home where 'we're' at. Although no longer my valley, I've formidable urban-UK experience. At least street-life. Not so much the money/so could be/anywhere lot. More ghetto.

Conclusion? Sadness. Richer economically or scrabbling day by day'rs. Not that I won't always see another bright side if again looked. Temperament. But… have to admit, desperation about and from this world, is why, I long and reach for God so.

Nowhere else to turn, nowhere to run but God. It's hard not to despair but God is my and our hope. The present one. God not only hasn't given up but is for revival. And the basis, the ground, in rescuing us from the 'teeth of lions', get on to and over currently manifesting Goliath. In, through and beyond: some Jesus take-up. Obviously not in the current church-sloth and forms.

And if you read this and God is distant, absent, a no-need for?/What makes me wanna struggle about wanting God?

As written. Failure helps. Or, such emptiness it aches. The mission for waking against Empire is a substitute but also an opener to God. Potentially. People for the wake-up are but few and those in this; And for God? (“I hear these words echo-back”).

The encouragement and God-open is that fighting the NWO is the noble way in these times. At least in theory. The tenancy is toward a lot of projection and fear on each other but at least it scares. The real world news can turn us desperate... therefore "help? ...God?". Should.

If only there's more and better witnesses where to find living waters. (I could if allowed, grieve to uttermost, for much right-reason poor showing. So please don't read; "...unlike me". By God's grace is anyone's why... but can't even say, I let God do this, too much).

'Noble way in these times...', could have added, 'and places' but these are Globalists and there is no hideaway. The 'rich' building redoubts, a relatively ineffective idol on sand. Although cities at least are places to best escape from/have a getaway plan.

Gonna end here. Longing: Is a wake-up in the morn and start mantra-ing Bible or a hymnn. Immediately. In the day, chat-up, God this.. God – y'hear – that. Shove the Bible inside till you want it… inside.This the long. Part ache, part get the medicine down-ya.

End on a circumstantial 'mad one' i.e. I say, blessed-miracle.

Spent months staring at an underground poster most everyday. I'd stand before and brood on what articulated a main cry-out for me and thereby promise held. A giant film-Ad remained months past its purpose. This in itself I took as a chuckle and 'what have you'. Months and months. Year and more. I can't now remember if/when it was finally replaced.

Eventually the title of the Ad. was fulfilled. The film was 'Escape Plan'. I did. This year, out of the City. Moved towards final arrangements and last 'shut the door'. Day came. All a big-deal. Removal mate and I, there and off into the sticks.

Done. Unpacked. Stand in the kitchen, suggest we go and get on with some business we had to do. He says, let's finish our cuppa in the front-room. Be sociable. Sit and on pops a movie on the box.

Jaw drops. This a household not for watching 'movies' much at all. Company caused the remote to be ignored. Escape Plan starts up. Pal finally finished his tea. Ready to go. Right at the scene, where film character is out his prison cell and there's one item left on his bed, a Bible.

I've known some 'God the DJ' in my time. But God the TV-guid-er? I've known this, thinking back, some years remember, one remarkable comes to mind – but no underestimating this on the nod, added confirmation, encourager.

God be praised.

God you can speak through the engineering of circumstances but we ought to be careful and consider other reasons for such surprises. But… please help us to see what we should and interpret why. You are so able, loving, care this much to bother. Please will you open our eyes to know you in all ways, this and the others. And help the Bible words to come alive to us. Our communication with you, to take-off – in Jesus name.