Time for a short digital-break for a week or two. Release from some compulsive behaviour. Tendencies. Tighten the sails and break whatever needs breaking. Building-up in the most separated-unto faith. Communicating to even how-few might read, is not working right. Writing in too many circles, when if/when better, say/less – but out . . .
Update 19/6 – having one of those all you… I – have written, is near-all missing it. This in; beginning to hear more and realise, not-having so got it, leaves holes galore in my expressions. Not only squirming and m'crazy lingo but now more-so with the substance. And time – what use/for/what? Less online this for sure. Need to . . .
How to 'speak tenderly, offer comfort' -yet- cry out?
Incumbent to find the best shoots and roots, knowing God's grace(ious). Therefore would write or talk-up encouragement.
All and But… might be looking so good – this we're instructed to big-up do. Maddening maybe but reflects God. Somehow this . . .
Being angry about injustice is at the heart of The Good News. Gigantic cons portrayed as tragedies – I contend – opposed by community journos and comment-ators. Today's voices in the wilderness.
Few traditional and/or feisty believers in Jesus yet, these rant and rage-ers serve the Kingdom – the God-realm on earth – . . .
Much more: Get/have something to say, spit it and publish. These words and images don't have an audience in numbers and anyway, they're all about me-interspersed in prayer/typing. There/what for. Public-ish expression, mostly in trying to hold-up some level of interaction with God. While do.
The power is in the . . .
Idealism in the classic dreamboat sense usually loses its lackluster with age. There's vision and faith from God. Or, faith and no vision – just raw hang-on. But dreaming for a california of comfort, or some idealistic hopes, is more young people's thang.
Moving through mid-20's Isaiah is hearing the coming . . .
Lovely morning to all… so many. Ha ha.
The day breaks and I'm on a lead (I think) to do some spoken word. Audio. Five minutes or less. New Strat. Soon Cometh: Youtube.
Speak the word. Helps me… speak the word. This, the 'fowls of the heaven' need to hear. Need, not to want, to hear. But first GOD… oh . . .