And more so I.
The morning write, not-now decided to publish. Reads too hollow and lacks... Need to try-hearing first. No sow, no reap. Will clock and call later, try again tomorrow. So far all/this/so-far, feels like a practice-run. Found the pitch and format, wine-skins... but what about the bottle? The pour and 'out of belly..?'
How I suffer indulgence. Always be there, but something else? This the find. The hear.
Today was about stealing. Might re-jig for Truthscoop but these morning-things, mustn't blur into free-expression and miss the intent.
They're written to help the skeptic catch another side of God and for a pray-er or two, like me, get fuel and fire. Unction. (Like that word).
A cross between a prayer letter and a bible tract. And place to prophecy.