Our father/ who is in heaven/ holy be your name. Your kingdom come/ your will be done/ on earth/ as it is in heaven/ Give us today...
Repeat the first ten words like a mantra. Well, not quite like this for me. More out and towards. Even if the one attending to, lives in. A good Bible term, and 'ministering to...' . . .
'I could be a -- ' and, 'I could be -- ' goes the song. 'What a waste/...But I don't mind'.
Motivation out of empty-ways is a strong one. Currently frustrated and know why. Got lazy and inept, been dossing about. Where's some 'here is a man who would not take it . . .
If at all preoccupied, let's say mulls away in the back of my mind; the clear and present danger is not physically dying but the downturn and long emergency. In them 20th Century safe-as and pastures green decades, death/physical, had less competition. Personal tragedies aside, awareness was little/low/no, compared to . . .
Usual gripe. Nout-o-mondo to write about. Never stopped me...
Just as was, eh?
Abandoned and without a care otherwise. All fresh and fitting. Keen and as yet oblivious, to many of the yet-realised, Evangelical stumbling blocks. Traditional baggage needing a kick-over and freed-up in the Holy Spirit reappraisal. . . .
Find a scripture then a title.
Goes with, 'men and women who have recovered from a seemingly hopeless state of mind and body' somehow. Or thinking Jordan Peterson. Walls and gardens, tending and predators.
Of liberty,... taken from the good book and the title, taken taken from the big book.
A.A. . . .
Had put this image up on TS, then take down. Up, in the ridiculous fuzz am read. Titled 'An Advertisement'. For those who sense dread and the lights going out, feeling the right-standing and undoubtedly upright need, to be a digital candle? Write on TS. Do media -or- we gonna be done over without resistance.
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Lurching around in self-disgust is unnecessary futility. Do I comfort down and doss away/when can? Or, do what it takes, for a better tomorrow’s world? Better, in able to contribute somehow, in prayer and who knows how else? Oh, that’ll do.
'One thing I know, for he loves me so, Jesus blood ne’er fails me… Blood never . . .