By trying to explain to m’self what’s going on, maybe, just maybe, might get on and do> what matters most?
Some might say, let up, relax a little, kick back and enjoy the ride. Others could talk about be / present, it’s ‘the journey not the destination’. Talk of ‘enjoying God’, hear this. Not live about tomorrow, all we have is the day. . . .
If I could spend what time I have -- past/outside of two little work-numbers I have -- off the net/off walking by the river/off self-self-self/off 'oh my body, it is making me...'
Instead fire-up a graphic verse, or intro to one, as we have here:
If My people, who are called by My name, shall humble themselves, pray, seek, . . .
God ‘gave them over’ this what gets me. Growing awareness and screaming loss and the absence of anything decent or attractive in the ‘over’. Painful. Dying to self the cry. A confession of faith, that all about, is increasingly empty. With this comes shame and strong. To project myself out there, so brash and full-of. On those occasions done . . .
Loosen up, shake-about and clink glasses. I want to see a jail-break. The metaphorical vision is true. And so is the literal. Since we all booted-up our personal portals we’ve been tagged. An open prison is…
Above already up. So freewheeling away an' nout to lose, remains. Peculiar prelude. How to connect and talking Mark Four?
Seeing . . .
Soon come financial downturns and social unrest will see flashes of hope in the pain; renewed and better grounds for an up-rise in God alone desire and forthright devotion. Pockets and outposts, individuals and families, without anything much else but God.
Times now are to celebrate preparations and acclimatise out from the rot and tosh . . .
More like mood to jabba on. Into the air and onto this thingamajig. Hate the sense am trying to show-off . Relieved come to care-not. Typing away could be judgmental and lowly about. Easy run whole enterprise down. As the TS bio says; 'Utterly self indulgent and wildly unpopular'. Somewhat grateful don't believe there's . . .
Dismantling the tags, guards and ever-filling cells completely, is more for me/now, than I have faith for.
After all, it's a relatively open one with plenty of association, food and like. Urgency at the walls and equipment to restrain might bubble below the surface but hardly causes obvious publicly present, disconcerting, yelps.
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