HOPE in Death …

Success In A Worldly Sense …

Master? I’m Reflecting On Success In A Worldly Sense …?

Sunday, February 9, 2020 at 2:29 pm.

I’m sitting here reflecting more than just thinking. Reminiscing on my doings of the past. I cannot remember any time when I was sure of who I was, but! I flounder the waters of high achievement, for what?

Much Achieved Today. Much Achieved Yesterday. Tomorrow? …

Goodness sake! Tomorrow? The sorrow! What sorrow? The sorrow of keeping up all of that for that tomorrow that might never come.

Talking About Futility? In A Nut Case, Literally I Mean …?

No thank you Mr. Achievement. No thank you, Mr. Success. I value my mental sanity the best! O my Master! Whatever possessed me to swim like a fish in a whim to visit muddy waters?

Human Nature. That’s The Fact To Be Exact …?

The human nature’s ways? O mine! Extensive realm for comedy skits calling quits. Yeah, for sure! Once we begin to see the comical ways of our human nature, we call it quits, but! Quote:

Song of Solomon 2:7

[He said] I charge you, O you daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles or by the hinds of the field [which are free to follow their own instincts] that you not try to stir up or awaken [my] love until it pleases.

We Got To Wait For Our Turn To Quit, Otherwise …?

Futility! All our human efforts to quit with our wit’s power? Chasing after the wind and feeding on it. That’s what my human nature chased and fed on most of my life.

No Kidding! Knowledge Was My God, But! …

O my Master! You surely made that knowledge god like dust under Your feet. That’s how You convinced me to quit. It’s written,

Ecclesiastes 1:17-18