“Tell me something good” is so much more of a challenge. Good news. Want to type this.
To remind/why: Write to prophecy and pray-as-go. Write to preach to myself. Write that a rare reader might be built up; Read something that leads, maybe to look here or there and somehow receive something, GOOD. For a verse, or verses, . . .
All I’m managing is jazz up an image and consider the burdens that shouldn't be felt. Blank for direction. But do because I do and try to make this an act of consecration. Took, a cracker and suitable liquid, communion. While the kettle boiled. Talking in tongues and remember verses. Must get this done in 15 mins. No fame here . . .
We're not supposed to be well. A disgrace, and sign we're sheeping about while wolves creep in the dark. Showing their teeth and evidence of eating us is everywhere. There are two lines; never been better – never been worse. Not more or less, clearly, both/and. We should be grateful, as in the UK, and not be in an idealistic . . .
There we have it. Misplaced blame and undeveloped, refuse to follow-through, thinking. The base combo. Run down another or others and get off on. Sweeping along in group-think and identity politics, the wider push. Stuffed up, because we don’t see the con. Exemplified, if/in, we can’t see the false-waving-flags -and- no sense that a . . .
: a person destitute of means except such as are derived from charity.
Oswald Chambers on this today names, deeper than happy ones and irrespective of material wealth, those who are (the ministry of the) unnoticed.
Poor and hidden, the antithesis of all this world aspires and values. How a million pounds, vs . . .
And I want a little slumber. Do. Then get on the bike and zip about.
Easier to tap this out than get crouched and yearning. Book out and net off. Tired, the ones who waited for Jesus to pray that night, fell asleep. Sleep is easy. Could we not wait with... he said to them/could be us: Couldn't you keep watch for one . . .
Read ‘THE NEW TESTAMENT in the Moffat Translation’ on a bench and happe’d upon:
No one lights a lamp and hides it under a vessel or puts it below the bed: he puts it on a stand so that those who come in can see the light. For nothing is hidden that shall not be disclosed, nothing concealed that shall not be known and . . .