Psychological Speaking? My Life Is A Copout!
Alive! Despite My Feeble Body … Quote: But if Messiah lives in you, [then although] your [natural] body is dead by reason of sin and guilt, the spirit is alive because of [the] righteousness [that He imputes to you]. Romans 8:10
A Copout? According To The Dictionary, Quote:
- A failure to fulfill a commitment or responsibility or to face a difficulty squarely.
- A person who fails to fulfill a commitment or responsibility.
- An excuse for inaction or evasion.
Hahaha! I Fit All Three Meanings Of A Copout, But!
There is a method to my madness. Indeed! There is a method for all our failures or successes. Only thing is? The human being is adamant to accept such ethereal concept to the human’s best knowledge.
Master? My Thriving Life Is Spiritual …
Saturday, November 2, 2019 at 2:12 pm.
Honestly, I have not made that distinction in my mind until You are revealing it to me even today. No wonder why I been perplexed with all that I see going on around the world.
It’s Been A Trying Day …
Saturday, November 2, 2019 at 11:09 pm.
Will now go to bed. Will bring it all to You my Master. Thank You, my Master. I caught quite a few hours of much needed sleep.
It’s now another day …
Sunday, November 3, 2019 at 8:32 am.
And a promising day. I already took care of things I have neglected for days—had no ambition for all those mundane chores inevitable in this planet’s life.
Living This Planet’s Life? I Reflect On A Better Life …
One day soon I hope? We will all be doing the same thing, guess when all get full to capacity of this world’s good thing—when all that laughter fades away at the sight of the disaster coming our way sooner that we are banking on.
(Hey! Anyone watching what is going in Jerusalem? The vacationers don’t see it but the locals do. The war is? O well! I am not a doomsayer, but! I’m realistic. The Creator is about to close the end curtain, that is obvious. I keep my shoes on while I wait secured in His Presence.)
Graphics. Pausing. Reflecting. Wash Dishes. Write. Publishing? Not Yet. Wait …
Sunday, November 3, 2019 at 11:02 am.
That’s how my spiritual life’s thriving goes. Doing graphics? Full concentration for long hours. Must pause. Reflect. Dishes need washing. Hum! Job done. Must write. Where was I?
Ah! Let Me Read. Need To Pick Up The Thread, But!
Too tired. Will sleep. I’ll write when I wake up. Well? On waking up, no pickup. Back to graphics. Pausing. Reflecting. Wash Dishes. Write. Publishing? Not Yet. Wait, and?
On It Goes! Do I Sound Boring? I Sure Do. Even So? …
While dragging on the track, to be exact? I’m sitting still as far as doing things on my own. Sitting still? Sitting still and yet my activity in the realm of the invisible Kingdom intensifies tenfold.
Me? I Forget All The Time Your Sound Words To Establish My Steps. Duh! …
Sunday, November 3, 2019 at 7:16 pm.