In my 'tsarah' (tsaw-raw), a tightness (i.e. figuratively, trouble); transitively, a female rival – adversary, adversity, affliction, anguish, distress, tribulation, trouble.
Can cometh bit habitual for little reason than the milieu. Shaped up the with practice. Relatively mild nout to shout-about, out of proportion, moaning. Certain stand-back and compare, ought to bring gratitude. Thresholds low. Moody mulling. Circumstances may be pants but talking down from there.
Not that mine is. 'Pants'.
Personally pastures green. A prep and power-up holiday. All to get to 'no sense of tomorrow'. Get all dead-up alive. “Tomorrow” what's that? “Yesterday?” – forgotten with God.
Without wanting to, fantasy John Wayne about it. Do have need to be 'dead-already'. Perhaps these words and prayer will be a worthy-why. Prayer of course can't fail. Do enough. Calling talk.
Walk and pray, sit and… how world-conquering wonder. Works.
Don't know how peep manage without knowing God? My sense of admiration often high, this managed so well. Where probable correlation is understandable but problematic comes, is in the struggle to struggle, for the masses. Underneath the raw logic, 'all but animals and not so pretty at that'. Why bother? Give a….?
Bible says we can 'get God'. A without measure deposit of mysterious 'Spirit'. Holy/set apart and breath like. Making for care, beyond our circle or self mattering all and all. 'Makes' describes 'without/nout' (to the extent we can do). 'Mingle with' and match-fund, more like.
Different and growing levels or gifts-given of faith, the connector. Through exercise. We go, we need, we get. We hardly tell, if God or us, sometimes all the later – and we knows it. But need. This the prerequisite. With 'faith and receive' – the circuit for action.
Historical, Jonah-like runaways, causing – me – what's expressed, as a 'grieving' of God. Hardly registering sighs and groans in these debacles. All stupid and mess. Look back and wonder; what's God; temperament opening the door and sitting in; or the trouble-er-unseen? Go 'dead-again' and not the liberating, dead-already, rather simply floating through.
Do realise, the main dumb tactic, however more or less enemy-touched: Waste time. Not necessarily right-cause and marching time. Waste, in some unsatisfied and not-best. Whatever the pursuit. Talking which. Something here, that even I might want to read back?
Many are called but few are…. 'chosen' – has good reason to be understood as, 'fit, ready and able'. Not – 'you' but not, you. Want to front-line, fight some Goliaths? Helps to see God deliver us at work, from some 'beasts in the woods' but anyone can join. Weak-needing yet God-getting, the ideal competency. All invited. Many are… – is all God, can 'find'. Want to be found, raise a hand?
These write-ups etc are prayer lines, waving-away. Provokers. To God and the by-product, devil damaging. Since there's little readership, I can write any which way. God-way to get preaching, is do the same. Type and printed matter. Pen and… photocopy. Or comment on other sites. Someone encouraged me, that you get good-er at writing by doing. Taken to heart.
And to love God, takes God. Same as loving the masses and whosoever's – but God-ward. But then God's also loved through others. Making sure we get this, said to be especially true with ones we have little social-motive to care about. These God says, inhabits. We love God through loving them. Love being. Lets do a quote (here's Phillips version):
Love has good manners and does not pursue selfish advantage. It is not touchy. It does not keep account of evil or gloat over the wickedness of other people. On the contrary, it is glad with all good men when truth prevails. Love knows no limit to its endurance, no end to its trust, no fading of its hope; it can outlast anything. It is, in fact, the one thing that still stands when all else has fallen.
That kinda thing. Militant stuff. Can read all politely moderate. Mediocre, middle of the road. It's actually brutal and to the roots.
God take me to the roots. Get the crap out my thinking. Truth from you. Lies on a runner. Fill me with the love, you promise. Help me to hear that word aright. Lose any soppy missing-it. Sensitive yet strong. The love you revolution with. Cross and Blood love. Wake-up and die to live love. That which might carry a child on our backs, out the turmoil and terror. Not all about 'me'. Calling on you for power, to vanquish, the destroyer as far can. Power in weakness. In promises that stand. Send me. Here am. In Christ Jesus.