My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag. Behold, he stands behind our wall; He is looking through the windows, gazing through the lattice. My beloved spoke, and said to me: “Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. For lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone."
Analogous for God into and on us.
Passions of love and . . .
Discipline is everything. OK not true but near-as and a word describing the essential dynamics to reign in and be-released. I’ve come down to... – note direction – this. Discipline solves all, Scott Peck proclaimed – something like this. Remember well. But how far, heard when – did this impact and see me reaping?
Nope with a few short . . .
Take no.... A commanding plea from the creator. Active – not passive – requirements, for remarkable happenings. Somehow, don’t feed-on or speak out or think about, our coming need for food and clothing. No mention of shelter but hey, with God on miraculous manoeuvres, who knows what marvelous out-of-nowhere comes? Outrageous and unqualified. . . .
Bemoaning church gets me nowhere. Like, I’m influencing someone. Some-presume, low down upper for life. As if... As if... got to some place to say? When increasingly, had it with the barrage of tell-tell-tell, that in self-gratifying teacher mode, the internet spews forth. Mr Know It All, as the song goes.
Is this? What?
I believe know, . . .
Welcome to my holy moan. 'Set-apart' because I don't read, hear or see otherwise. All too contained and measured. "Let's be calm and considerate eh".
(Oh to insert a swear word)
Assessment: Ain't much moaning about 'this' kinda moanin' – out there. Seems all a bit too much to consider; That the whole . . .
Why feel the need to make sarky mention and not-pretend I’m writing anyone?
There’s you, after all. Or is it; in the forest, the tree cracks as it falls… etc.
Need to write as/when. B’gger the crowd size and coherence. The place of prophecy is critical in the affairs of men. There’s a disgusting drought and enemies ways rip about, . . .
Becomes: unfruitful. Chambers today on My Joy … Your Joy and the carefully-careless message, ramming through nagging fears. Ongoing groaning about tomorrow's world and me. Has my lack of financial preparation to extreme degrees, made – what difference? And is it right to have been so wasteful and stupid yet now take heart? Where the . . .