There are two kinds of waiting. Lazybones, two steps forward, one step backwards. And the active waiting, the Bible/God presents as the greatest cause known to mankind.
Don't so much despair at reading fellow Christ-followers and their different interpretations. No match, and tick other boxes? This could be less . . .
Beauty in the eye... and all that, but what about God? Invisible and yet... desiring to be 'seen', known, understood, followed, working with and for, loving in. Connection and remaining. Revealing and proclaiming.
Parable of the sower is a 'word' about the Word. Something specific, with spotlights and underlined . . .
Off the news/headlines is working well. All but six sites and new radical carry-about and the Bible. Title -- 'Soul Yearns, Even Faints' -- glanced from the top of the page. Flipping about -- feed like a squirrel, sow like a hopper. 'Soul' is? 'Faints' - what? And proclaim out and charge-up.
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What sense there is in life comes down to God. My heart goes out to those not knowing. Respect for people doing so well. Considering.
Could look at my own blundering through and years of behaving as though God is tagging along. Bonker intentions but somehow, here and there, trying to run the right race.
Now . . .
Woe to me if I don't... Paul exclaimed.
The good news is God. This all. God alone. Here/now, causing me/a, constant and grateful shock. What else and other things are boring. This what. Puts a love-for in us and this dulls the rest. Much about why, 'woe to me'.
Plus Paul was expressing compassion. . . .
There's a dwindling crowd of 'prophets' in the US/UK, dismissed by all but close supporters. Futurist theology and over-familiarity with God are their foundation errors. They mean well (I presume) but never have anything resembling a word from God. An avalanche of "good times coming" littered with latest . . .
(The following, jus-writ. M'pride, wants not-post. As the Bethel gal goes, "bye bye pride". If only. This easy. With a wave. How though? Want to break up the ground. Practice prideless. With God and my interacting and people, at every opp.)
Blessed are the poor -- the ground for humility. Mean poor, in somehow . . .