Regret and reassurance.
And the graphic/verse is about the absolute strength and wisdom in forgetting all past... All. That thoroughly. Whole shebang. No reach back and realign or psycho -- what have you. Forget and forget again.
And like all good that most matters, need God to. Need unseen operations. Holy . . .
Talking about someone like they're not there and they are, is a typical blind spot among social care workers. Or, outside someone's presence, slamming about in a think-know-it-all, play pretend detective or psyche.
Central-controllers are molding-up these predominately waged dupes to be their slave masters. The . . .
Confessing away here. This world – note I don’t use ‘life’ – leaves me, bit sad and flat. (Or, seems/feels so, in these early sleep-not hours). Hardly know half the time why I type this or TS?
Oh guess me do: Hopeful, as yet not unconfirmed, obedience. The drive not to be a hypocrite. A crying in the wilderness. Wailing . . .
Back to the blues? Two faults; Past consideration and being 'blue' by choice. Without specific reason and moaning to myself is darn dumb. Getting down is without sight. Can be about me -- or them/you/the world?
Typically, one calls in the other. So what, go, 'put on a happy...'? Well no and yes. And is, . . .
This world is abusive. A terrible summery. If nothing else, makes me want to run to God.
Have half-an-hour and space. Oh precious minutes. Type and towards-God go. Thinking up and groaning, talking out, remembering, and yet forgetting or resisting, quietly embracing and hoping, break up the ground and treading grapes. . . .
Viewing the world and flipping between positively or negatively is easy done. Carefree and all that presently matters is typically the pos-mode. Perhaps with something up and coming an encouragement. Negative has a wide ol'gamut. Circumstances leave us only able to deal and struggle with the space around us. So overwhelming of . . .
If all revolves around Jesus, the overall undermining of 'words' is an important dark-side tactic. The post-modern response to Jesus-claiming is it's more unknowable soup. The offspring of post-mod. is the hip view and the multiverse of many realities. A fluidity and our perceptions, an illusion such that words are . . .