Picking It Up From Previous Post In Between Parts 4 And 5 …?
This Is The Wisdom—Your Wisdom You Are Imputing On Me …?
Ecclesiastes 4:1-16. Evil Under the Sun …?
Simple. Inexplicable Joy. Amazing. Mysterious. Magical. Speechless …?
Monday, January 7, 2019 at 5:21 am.
And so? We read in the ancient Scriptures how the donkey spoke to Prophet Balaam. We read great scholars inspired quotes. We read these lines I now pen, and? We overjoy!
Dear Thia. Read your post. You are on eagle’s wings and I am overjoyed!
So What? What Is That To You To Me? Is The Question …?
Yes! We are suckers for compliments. Me? No exemption, but now? Sucker no longer.
I’m Speechless Unless?
That lovely voice crying in the wilderness touches my hand to speak up.
Indeed! Our reactions, responses to all events under and below and on top of this earth that we inhabit? Exactly as before. Nothing new, cries that voice, but!
Soon, That Voice? Will Rent Us All Speechless And Wisdom Will Set In Us Forever!
That’s the purpose in the crying of that lovely voice in the wilderness. Let’s perk up and shut up!
Let’s! Let’s! Let’s?
O well! I’m speechless. Devoid of let’s of any kind. That lovely voice? Done accomplished her purpose in me.
Silence. A Day/Night Of Weeping But! …
Saturday, January 5, 2019 now at 1:00 pm.
Aloof and depressed despite sun shining on me. I know You are right here with me. I know You have let the sun shine over this place at my request to do so. It was supposed to snow today but instead we have sunshine.
With all of that evidence of Your Presence? I remain aloof from it all. What’s wrong with me, my Father? I guess that’s just a dumb question, but! I can’t shake off this aloofness feeling. Help me, my Father.