When I wrote the first sentence of the last post I was angry, and I sinned, boldly… as my pride always does.
Me being God’s mouth piece.
I type those words and shake my head in amazement!
If I were his toe nail or the yuk between his toes… Then I would be blessed!
For then, I’d still be in his presence!
I am so ashamed of myself for saying that about me! I know where God found me!
And, I know… that my pride knows no bounds!
This writing from this side of things is a heartbreaking ordeal!
I love doing this, and I suck too, and I’m okay with that.
I am still working on Isaiah. It’s been a larger project than I anticipated, and am needing to redesign my approach. I’m still going through Isaiah, and the poor. There is just so much pack in those verses, and comparing that not only to the church, yet to the cultural response to the homeless situation. No easy task. By the way, I need your prayers, please!? I live in one of the worst, evilly oppressed in some of the most horrible ways, drugs are rampant, prostitution, young woman out on the streets! We all need your prayers!? I hear some of the most evil things come out of people’s mouths everyday! And people wonder why I seek solitude… To pray!
Humblest apologies for assuming I could ever be a mouth piece for the Lord Almighty! ❤️
Thank you for stopping by and reading the writings of a mad man!
God’s blessings to you and your families! 💕