The first step in a journey ‘n all that (posting here. Planting…).
Don’t, and do – care what pleases ‘men’. In doing best-can and desiring God gets through. Less, self-conscious, more God...
Oh that? And more of.
Writing as I play Steffany and fam.
The little we… I have, give thanks for. Could . . .
Boring the readership I don’t have (ha ha/wonder why?) – in theory; Communing with the Holy One, get some word to unleash, mull and shape into a ‘my utmost’ and pop out with image in God glorifying sense.
Instead, go groaning at my ongoing fail-to and wants. Nag me. Those (#don’t check the stats, see if I’ve broken the . . .
Sanctuary describes the wilderness or desert. Blank space and time. Bible and pen.
Not otherways stimulated or intoxicated, gabbing with someone, or clickty click-ing a machine. (On screens and keys: The great separator of our times. Internet blues. Paradoxically alienating, in guise of being social. Dis-empowered is the . . .
Would – for example – having money be better than faith for provisions? Certainly health over money but how about faith? Such as I have... contrasts, no money to give. Peter and John on the way to pray in the temple. Regular beggar placed at the gate unable to walk, ask for his attention. Explain, “no money but what I have…” with . . .