God takes responsibility for the destruction of our lands and life. Never intended but one-step from inevitable, the call becomes more pronounced and louder. God ‘able to save but doesn’t’ is tantamount for the why, there’s ruin. And God ‘does’. In the mystery of involved in - yet resisting and fighting the unseen destroyers.. . .
Whichever way you look lame is a word to ponder.
One day Peter and John were going up to the temple at the time of prayer – at three in the afternoon...
Up too late - me, and so, up too late.
Welcome to the blog for God. In the context of few/if at all, read this. Can’t ‘be for God’ alone, because God’s . . .
D’know ‘bout my paths straight, what about the rest? The roads we’re on. All seems too beyond. Appreciate the why/this. Not slaved-up I’m blessed care-less/care free. Paths straight-from-God. Hence, try to work all I can. Write, image-up - and pray. (Oh..? and evangel-coming).
Because God leads me to believe, . . .
Consider my lament. A whisper, musing, murmuring. Knowing God (David) asks. ‘We need. You.’ And us/such wicked people. One rev-up from travelling in among the multitudes and so many, in the low-ways and street-ways, never believe bad about: It’s true. All sinned and... and surprisingly so. We are, w*k*d. Good to the core glimmers . . .
Desiring as though God isn’t - going to, provide. I must not lie. Not worst a kind but one that makes me crazy, all when makes ostensibly, no difference? Could be considered technically, ‘barely un-true’ yet reveals a blasphemous lack of trust. Only God knows this. Without caring about the enemies view, there’s need to do a Romans . . .
If anything, I don’t discern ‘darkness’ enough. The last two nights or maybe three, I’ve had particularly unwanted dreams when asleep. Could be natural, wasn’t God - could be the dark ones? Here then, is a rare - possible - acknowledged attribution to their works, direct. Fuel for aspects of these dreams have likely, clearer, paths. . . .
Too light again on the word to say/write much. Supposed to be more filled by now than filling up now with what’s ‘written’. Must hit the early - running, t’morrow. Sow, sow sow fill’upped.
Splutter a few lines though, and a picture said to be from Philadelphia, way back then.
‘Revelation’ was to specifics then . . .