2019 eh, will this be the one? 'When the levee breaks' or, as in the days of Noah... and our relative, collective security, collapses. Having misjudged and expected a shocker most of the last decade, accept timing is tricky.
Engenders buck up on the preparation front though, considering the current shaky outlook. Quiet mourning and somehow maintain new life contentment, come celebration, works and fits. Getting too brewed up and smokey times ain't the way to go. Or, whatever else keeps distractions from devotion and connection, running high and mighty.
"Need to..." Nah. Need: God. This all. Aka, be-in open-to communication and soaking mode.
Claimed had to see new ways before startup and write again. Yet, much of what happened over three months was a load of ragged runaround.
So, best not talk "sometime ahead, blah, blah" and reckon, get to XYZ. Better, do what, in the day and don't pretend about take off and launch ahead, some time on the 'morrow.
Main, first disciples' takeaway is don't try alone but get on rediculous-looking reliance. Easy and bold, their jump to follow Christ, yet until the Spirit came it was a lot of mess and misunderstanding. Lotta, think can, when couldn't.
Not God nobbling them to fail but the way it rolls. Not all about God teaching us 'something' in itself but getting in and on the right track for action, and the goals of God.
Our 'made to be' fulfilment. 'Natural mystic', if you like. 'If the cap fits...'. Compatible and confounding the fake state.
Not flip and flop: I can/am/will/go-go-go -turning to- never/no/aghhh... despair and a full-on downer. Sure, there's our more manic than not temperament but in a circumstantial squeeze -- what comes out?
Personal intention to stay more off the net flopped. Praying much, get down and direct? More floppin'.
On a revelation and God sent the blessed and favoured one Jacob -- off to Egypt.
Joshua's one obvious prophesy and Esau getting the lush and more comfortable spot. Speaks of: Expect calls to the wild and darn difficult, if we ask for more of God.
Leave it here. Swift start. First recorded collective prayer was 'in Egypt'.
Where do we need to go?