Samuel embarking in prayer to change God's mind is finally told, on this occasion, firmly – no. This to remove Saul as King, whom God had come to regret leading them into. God gave them what they wanted. And Saul looked like their desire. God and 'the people' not least Samuel, were involved in the selection.
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Today's readings doesn't make easy sense, why and what God thought, as did. Communication is befuddled by less than best behaviour by Saul and – without understanding so much why – Jonathan. Reads like a breakdown. And as for the need to battle… more questions.
We obviously don't get the context, living in such . . .
The need is to proclaim. Words beyond their commonly understood, obviously-rational, application. More, super-rational. The use that connects them/in prayer, to other realms. First, where my attention goes – to God. I leave it there but this I know… believe, has other purposes.
And on mine: Not write so 'about' but . . .
This is going to require some time. 'The word' is, comes because, and where have we examples? – is a central 'why' and Plant a Seed. Early to rise and try and find something worth writing. Therefore... until... and God willing, tomorrow –
God we have the same power that rose – you Jesus – from the . . .
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 . . .
WHY not bury myself in 'the passion' and Bach's expression – leave all this today?
Fasting aloud and clear, be the 'W..'
To ensure there's something, here's there or four lines. And that be that.
A thumping spanner is '...evil?' Not my biggest quandary because, God . . .
Still on the hoof so 'no word because/no wait'. It's not that God's holding back so much, or if at all – but I'm not receptive. New wine needs, new wine skins.
Not turning on technology so quickly – that'll help.
And/am somewhat infuriated, or despairing – though not unsurprised, at two . . .