Yesterday had my - not unusual - confusing spots. Think I’ll write a day ahead and be ready to reread (get the red pencil out) - and post first thing in the morn.
Not posting tomorrow and figure, doing two for the sake of... (good question), is... (another good question?).
Therefore, soon come sowers. Up before . . .
The cabal believing-on-top have one main weapon: Selfishness and deceit. All wrapped up in conceit. ‘Golden old-times’ is an exaggeration but should admit; we’re being hammered to levels that cannot easily be explained by human nature? Poison our God-made-selves at best resists, is the less-spoken about onslaught. The boiling water . . .
If I didn’t read and believe God hasn’t given up on me...
Hardly Popeye in the unseen and a track record including some very bad-mad runnings. I don’t know what wins the despair race? Growling is anyone, "doing yes means yes”? Or my - under the blood and grace I trust - side-track memories?
The Aangirfan post . . .
Took and used the picture of planes, a biscuit tin, because image needs must. At this rate it’ll become the way, (unless any/decent offers - see bio). The Battle of Britain wasn’t the all-romantic, all-our-brave boys and such remarkable against all-odds portrayed. But let its popular expression serve this post. There was grit for . . .
Listen to our inner minds and here’s our what-nots and is’s, because so a man thinketh...
(Please note, Bible quotes in italics from now on). Some seeds.
Wrote a comment yesterday mentioning exprience leading theology. True enough but not to be confused with my jukebox-box of broken records. This shouts for . . .
When there's disproportionately more truth and intentions for peace on one side and lies and ongoing warring on the other, we can reasonably assess and know, where God is standing. Of course minuscule in the complexity God knows, he asks that his will might be discerned. And prayed through.
‘Why do the nations rage and . . .