This is going to require some time. 'The word' is, comes because, and where have we examples? – is a central 'why' and Plant a Seed. Early to rise and try and find something worth writing. Therefore... until... and God willing, tomorrow –
God we have the same power that rose – you Jesus – from the . . .
I really don't feel like writing. Tired. And what would I write about here – on, oh Hannah?
'Feeling… tired… but doing the what's-needed anyway'. Could write that?
Hannah bothered. Needed and felt, rough or raging – knew, where to go/what to do. Through 'don't and, no matter no, sleep, or . . .
WHY not bury myself in 'the passion' and Bach's expression – leave all this today?
Fasting aloud and clear, be the 'W..'
To ensure there's something, here's there or four lines. And that be that.
A thumping spanner is '...evil?' Not my biggest quandary because, God . . .
Still on the hoof so 'no word because/no wait'. It's not that God's holding back so much, or if at all – but I'm not receptive. New wine needs, new wine skins.
Not turning on technology so quickly – that'll help.
And/am somewhat infuriated, or despairing – though not unsurprised, at two . . .
Still not catching the right Nazirite fast: The need for right routines and rituals, that make space, room – for God. Hence nothing to write about? Or better said, not the time. The preparation. But keeping this mission-on, here at m'post, please accept m'apologies in/if wasting time clicking here.
There's some . . .
A problem with believing God is believing in Love. And if God isn't loving: Who should care?
Feel loved? Think we know what 'love' is? Not sure I do but – if, God is….
And then, can we cope with L, any which way?
Seem an awkward prospect? Understandable confusion, might be anger, at what a . . .
If there's one discipline that makes Jesus-walking work. Get up early. That for me. Must do – and write some then, just not get so engrossed. Or at least read-up the readings. Writing all later, I'm garbled-up and rushing to get-done. To write what? I dunno? I'm losing heart to just – make up stuff. Want to have . . .