I want someone anywhere to contact me...
First of all, then, I urge that petitions (specific requests), prayers, intercessions (prayers for others) and thanksgivings be offered on behalf of all people, for kings and all who are in [positions of] high authority, so that we may live a peaceful and quiet life in all godliness and dignity. This . . .
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 . . .
We must not believe the hype. Not swing back into ‘what can we do/does it a matter/not gonna win’. Says who? I suppose my faith comes from...
There’s no rational to suggest def-not win.
If these sickos had it in them to blow us all up, why haven’t they? Toying with us, not quite ready, or-what?
Man on an island (reportedly). Old . . .
Should have written 'by tea' promised post. Instead, as with yesterday, taken another of four of five fresh pictures to slap up text.
I have posted a comment and noted up something for 'Loves' but it'll be for Monday. Tomorrow, I'll spit something. (Also like to get a 'day ahead of myself').
'Revolution . . .
In case anyone did look back, apologies but 'words' following tomorrow ("by tea").
Around this Darkmoon post
On 'Jesus loving prostitues' but not about sex-workers but gender generally and other hot... ribs and potatoes (a poor attempt at humour, dat).
And... to stretch the . . .
Yesterday had my - not unusual - confusing spots. Think I’ll write a day ahead and be ready to reread (get the red pencil out) - and post first thing in the morn.
Not posting tomorrow and figure, doing two for the sake of... (good question), is... (another good question?).
Therefore, soon come sowers. Up before break-fast (or, . . .
The cabal believing-on-top have one main weapon: Selfishness and deceit. All wrapped up in conceit. ‘Golden old-times’ is an exaggeration but should admit; we’re being hammered to levels that cannot easily be explained by human nature? Poison our God-made-selves at best resists, is the less-spoken about onslaught. The boiling water we . . .