'Turning to... and not, from and to…
The why and what-way, best-get, the idols falling? God and ways first – dragging-downers and dealt with… as you go. More you go.
Heard Jim Cymbala preach this verse, reminding me how true in life its been. And I can't find anything to work from in 'rules for . . .
Confess over it all the wickedness and rebellion. I'm not going to post today. Too much struggle in m'old man going on. And don't want to just-write but get - and have – something to say from God. At least be more-in this possibility. Cares of this world overcrowding my thoughts. Must be out-sown.
And those . . .
So they will bless... This way, says God. This, is how.
Why is God poetic, particular in speech and expression? What’s the need? Or could this sometimes or somewhat, be the human filter? God somehow communicates and this voiced/out, any which way the meaning secure is accurate? Impressions to expressions but more the . . .
After Peace Offerings - thanks in fellowship with God - come ones for all. How to have God-fellowship, and remain so. The what-stops and how to start. A misfit into marriage. Death tainted, to life transparent.
What we could, should, ought to do and have done? Offer for sin. To get off and get out existence’ dilemma. God ‘ . . .
This hymn is having its day and I’m going to be brief. Today’s readings are about offerings. Without more study and research I’d rather not comment too closely. Having said this, here’s not a study, meant to be a closet. Tap and pray.
This morning I intend to complete/watching, the second half of Hellstorm and try and feel . . .
God... we need you. Open our eyes to how-much. You’re more willing to engage than we often believe, please make the most of us, of me... and invade with the love presence of you - The Holy Spirit. Conviction we know, can be a struggle - but nevertheless we invite this. You. And lead, oh kill the stupidity in us that thinks there’s a . . .
‘God loves us’ - can sound, so trite. Like some default-belief-setting. One-hand-blind to why - shouldn’t. Obedience to tradition not truth? A confession of faith... and pretend-not and the full substance of what’s purported, who/we 'should' obey? And this ‘love’ - not so ...loving through and through? At all? Because:. . .