Back to the blues? Two faults; Past consideration and being 'blue' by choice. Without specific reason and moaning to myself is darn dumb. Getting down is without sight. Can be about me -- or them/you/the world?

Typically, one calls in the other. So what, go, 'put on a happy...'? Well no and yes. And is, being oh-so-well, as much as, appropriate? From a dead to all and in comparison, alive in Christ, perspectives?

Overgeneralising, the most-appropriate in-Jesus line, would be; All loved-up. While in me no-good. So not-so looking and headfirst unto the lover.

Whistling about all the time, without balancing or perhaps-say, alternative modes of deep sadness and compassion for near-on everyone, is more blatant blindness. Jesus wept and weeps. To those who say they know Christ and talk, 'it's all about enjoying God' or some other indulge are bubbled-up and neutered.

This is what's despairing about church services for example. And Christians. Could be argued there's a whole lot going on behind closed doors but barely, if ever, meet social concerns that aren't oh so calmly mused on and with a positive spin. Talking here in the UK.

Talk of 'karma' isn't so Biblical and forgiveness from God breaks any such chain. Yet... there is something at work, certainly, through inner ramifications. Again though, healing, grace and God's presence can upset the sums.

Here is the mysterious interaction, Jesus said. We are judged by how we judge. And somehow THIS determines much in God's ever watchful sight and those other bustling and prodding beings and realms.

Jesus is looking for generosity and at least the vision our call is to lover the unlovely responses and moody niggling. Offloading, projecting on and transfer the trash: We take with peace and not rub-in-face joy. 'Be of good cheer for we have...'. Therefore?

And; Herein is love, not that we loved God, but that he loved us, and sent his Son (to be) the propitiation for our sins.

Supposedly and experientially, evidently, my bag and out-sight. This a seat and for mercy. A where to go get sorted. A speak in tongues and reach-out. Read these words and get charged-up. Give and give some more, to whoever we are with, or come across.

OK-D. Gotta Dash. Time keeps on slippin' slippin'...

Talk our way 'to... or from', is the responsible line. But the reason we fail so, is we need a bridge and this not taken -- or better done and a more remaining fixture -- is why we have a disconnect with God. Experientially like. To suggest this is God's doing, would certainly presume a go and get to God living, I've barely touched upon. Doubt the cloudy interference we suffer is anything but evil spirits.

And unresolved embracing of inner-crap.

And the bridge is not an attainment, except perhaps, in the necessary faith for.

My great and current reassurance is the unsettling burden of ill-ease. YET, the bridge is more trod.

Best forget-me. Best remember God...