I consider my only role is to pray. Perhaps prophecy.
There are other things to do which people, should and must.
Write out morning devotions before office hours - 'plant a seed'. Endeavour to stay off the net until tea. Will use the daily reading – but here now/today/this.
The internet has . . .
Still no prayer – praying. Should refrain from writing until. Short reiterate. Some theory. But 'no words' – no unction.
Can't remember who? Maybe young Evan Roberts – if it was, stood in the revival on the platform to speak, and said, “no word, nothing to say”.
And all our words from all us . . .
And Mark being humbled, God –
What – does God go away?
Last weekend misbehaved more obviously. Did God – by my side, in my spirit – disappear, turn-away somehow?
What does God do, as we do… stuff, wrong? Not that last weekend was such an epic groaner of an error. And if I looked at every, even better . . .
Maslows 'hierarchy of needs' attempts – quite successfully – to simply put life, in perspective. How does significance matter if we have no shelter? So what… about the world we live in, if we're so screwed up about what's happened to us and how we feel obliterates cares of overall reality?
Possibilities and . . .
Paul said we avoid many troubles by avoiding marriage. Think I'll stick with him. Thus far. Oh God. Or until there's mission-reasons otherwise. God-willing, yet try not to – 'do the future'.
Note here: God is all about heart. How can God compare David in such a contrast? Murdering his muse's man? How . . .