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 take it easy'. Had a vision for life. And the opposition wasn't going to overcome. No – And Yes, to what, who, and that.
That big-god, Apathetico. They're not-really so-big, and call them 'gods', but they're incomparably lower and in the wrong council. The going-on to be destroyed brigade. Almost all, and only, can do this: Stop us doing, what we freely, can – through a con, that 'they're the light'. Or, so-dark able.
No they're not. Light dominates on the physical and… if-only-we-do, like Hannah.
As for me? This? Few minutes typing… matter or not, more, or at all/...much?
Imagine striking a match.
Hanna's story goes to show: God Active.
I can save trying m'poorly-educated best, to read a clever trev. Lights are dimming around us. The up-side, is somewhere it'll be so dark, hurt our sight and vision, we'll turn… more will, and more so.
Pray as you go. And talk to God. Don't go all religious sounding. Talk, out loud… normal and flowing. Or awkward... or besotted, or...
No matter the self-assessement about who/God/me/what/us/ Jesus. Drop it. Talk and read some, (if y'can) and work theoreticals out later-on. Go... talk, and let God do the revealing.
God wake us up. And those 'awake' – not in the politico-dark. Help our conservation flow to you. As we go. And help us stop and do. Hannah shows us all. Jesus you are here. Amen and a woman.