In frustration this morning, this'll be a shortie. About to rap on about the way believe words work but money-based activity is unexpectedly causing hassle and distress. M'grand theoreticals deplete away in the let-downs of life. Think: Ain't that a thing? Not seeing the dangers ahead of me (1.) and the ever-ever popular let down by people (2.) drives me mad. These few minutes to type, invaded by tension. What this shows, is the things I say believe, are all too much about context. Shouldn't necessarily be... yet oh how some idle fussing, this not that bigger-d, is wobbling me.
And here with sword in pocket, NOW is when all this bold talk in these posts, should be proven. Instead -- faith looks absent. Peace manifestly not manifesting and inside there's grabbing at loss. And this financial yet inconsequential. (Usual tactic on this: How to turn loss into blessing, by re-routing direction/because of?).
What a shocking mirror. Current personal times, the relative calm, is easy rowing. Between these mild moments, through to storms to knock us overboard, are gradients of faith. From fear to faith or selfish stupidity... faith, or blowing fuses and fussing like a... Faith and...
The pontificating screeches hollow. It's easy to conclude that circumstances determine not words in a book and a live one bristling with presently active, loving, under and overtakings.
Always into redeeming. The ultimate recycler. Perhaps this little type-up and graph is relief. Perhaps this is the word:
He said to his disciples, ‘Why are you so afraid? Do you still have no faith?’ They were terrified and asked each other, ‘Who is this? Even the wind and the waves obey him.’
The winds? Which one? Physical and psychological, perhaps needing shelter or support from? Or, the all-encompassing here and able one, with speaking that is spirit and they are life -all ready for action.
The sayings that...