I love past-time. Smooth rocks. Soft landings. Encouragements and tears. I am fundamentally lost. My hull collides with waves too high to climb. My rather becomes a strange elopement. Past familiar moorings. I was sent past dogma and I reveled in constellations. I am looking for that land. Beachheads to share. A hand fit to mine. Comfort in an Ivy Wall. Long steps rejoined in a temporal faith.
This a follow-up. Of lives gone. Relevancy, crushed ice in tepid waters..
Your skill is a call from God. Your skill is not only meant for entertainment or showmanship, your skill is an assignment from God to help humanity and to serve Him. I know you are asking yourself why a skill should be termed as a “call” from God. Let me shock you!
Exodus 35:30 – 32 says, “And Moses said to the children of Israel, “See, the Lord has called by name Bezaleel the son of Uri, the son of Hur, of the tribe of Judah; “and He has filled him with the Spirit of God, in wisdom and understanding, in knowledge and all manner of workmanship, “to design artistic works, to work in gold and silver and bronze …..
Is that not wonderful? God had to put His Spirit into Bezaleel to use his skill to build the church of God. Any skill God gives a man is for…
Three days ago, Lacey passed away. I can’t get over it. There were warnings signs, like loss of balance and then losing control over her hind legs. About an hour later she made noises and then had a loss of bowels in the kitchen. I yelled at her and put her in the litter box. A few moments later she fell to her side. Never got her chance the to stand ever again.
I became scared. I was panicked and cried. A few minutes later she died in my arms. I am in grief and hurt and angry. No, I am pissed. At the unfairness. By the way, she was 18 years old. Still the pain was like a dagger in the heart. I will her so much. She was skin and bones but very sweet. I love her still. Not sure I will get over this. Sorry for errors, but I have epilepsy and typing is horrible.