That'll teach me to write (as in yesterday) and about the first time, hesitate and not post. Today look. Assume failed to save. Spoke to me. On planting seeds no less. Ah well. Usual over-wordy banter. Perhaps, graph a verse and keep time-spent blabbing to an abs. min. This the lesson. Ten lines or so. Harder in many ways to say less and reckon something worth saying. Mood this early bit low.
God had sign-ed me that 'birds of the air' was a word. Then popped up in the daily reading. But not sure what about? In a line or three to scope: Barely estimate enemy activity around people I know or meet, somewhat ignore, is a bias making some sense, but – stupid. How to be gentle yet wise? And am I... being directly hit on by darkness, or is this my self being its selfish self?
Seven more lines: Questioning should I spend time typing online – much/at all? The sower parable talks of waste and wonder; The need for the ground to grow, all that matters and is this happening how/here/when? Soon most likely we're 'going dark' – therefore the internet isn't my rely on, part why-type, to add m'wee bit to help keep the lights on. And time to... is because of certain circumstantial blessings. And God last week, communicated in no uncertain terms confirmation of my suggested time based disciplines. Low today, because too much start and stopping, start and… when inconsistent fighting and front line, is not the one God needs to see. Now I know you... as Abraham went wherever/do-whatever told, by our break on through lover God.
Last one: Inconsequential is an easy leap-on but In Christ, some/any one – especially when two or three are... – can defy this rational assessment, seeing impossible-otherwise activity.
PS – On mission. On m'tod. On this typing… oh that reminds me (#note for me/testify about) the 'confirming message last week' was 'ON 434' – of course means nout to thee reading. But hey, good to acknowledge these things. Publicly. Thanks.