From tomorrow/next one, must start always including something previous, a quote from an oldie and recycle the blab. Know I've done Joel – and this generally helping, catch my over-repetition. Need to.
Supposed to be hearing God but along the way (“while we're waiting...”) bang the theo and street-like preach out. . . .
Nifty timing coming today to Joel.
What an answer to a 'never happened before/invasion'.
Believe we need two necessary calls to coincide. Wake-up to the conspiracy and fall-down into Joel-called, fasting and prayer.
Listen… has anything... Note the surprise.
How we need this. Knowing, . . .
Means with eyes to see and faith exercised.
Not – because there's more with us, therefore, the 'armies' against will somehow not continue to conquer on. The revelation is clear. We need faith to overcome and eyes to see why.
And the necessary to see, takes God – and comes through . . .
God loves us, I know this to be true. Not making immediate sense and immensely rejected by all but ever-shrinking tiny minority – I'm called to take personal responsibility for.
Acts of irresponsibility in my actions have me grieving, if considering them but God persists (with me) and must reject reminiscing sins.. . .
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 . . .