11/15/09
I have never been disenchanted with my God.
Impatient,argumentative maybe; but never disappointed
with the outcome of His love for me.
I do realize that this love is not proportionate yet.
Only He could love me more than even my own mother did,so much
more than I could ever love His boundless heart.It’s Saturday morning,
and I’m sitting at my computer console just burning off some excess energy.Yeah! listening to some smooth jazz!
There are times when I don’t have anything to say to myself,so I plank myself down and start typing rambling words ,usually about God or whatever!Sometimes when I have nothing to say, I begin to type and the keyboard picks up on me and the Spirit takes over.Being motivated is something which doesn’t take much for me to get invested in these days.I have perceived that Gods Spirit is much more timely, and deliberate; when He moves upon me .
He has slowed down in His impressions that spur me into picking up on His word!
Perhaps it is me slowing down within my spirit in engaging our communication
together at times.Not purposeful,more just a laziness with this life now.
My children are undergoing some stresses with their lives,but nothing they cannot handle, so things spiritually have to revolve around me for
now anyways.OMG, does this coffee I just poured me create a sense of wake-up?
An old man senses the vitality of the fall of the year outside my window?
Then again,what old man looking out his window would fixate upon the weather
outdoors ?( get a life old man).Don’t laugh kiddo’ s it was many years ago when I learned to listen to the grass grow,
and never looked back at the wonders that God has at His
command ;that is really something too:since I love nostalgia greatly.
I remember before computers,yeah! there was such a time.When a person would wait expectantly for a letter from a loved one,and when it came; was overwrought with ecstasy. I often wonder just why I don’t get that same degree of inner movement with e-mails? I guess one would call that progress?
You know, or at least can hear; those delicious sounds of smooth jazz: as I write this bunch of words.I always write with my music smoothing the way before my words put to paper.Ever since “daylight savings time” kicked in,I have been getting 8 to 10 hours sleep a night,now that is extraordinary,since 4 or 5 hours was the maximum.
God love the little nerd, who invented it for all us little folk.
Whoa! just had a glimmer of a spiritual bling? What a thingy it was too,
did you evah! tell yourself that due to your relationship with God mainly, that “you love yourself” and you were completely worthy of that love ?
What a purge of self that must have been,I did just recently;and what a rush! I ran over to the mirror,looked in and smiled as though justifying it all again.
Of course, I’m worth it;God knows so and now so do I? I have gone a lifetime,
Well, at least 35years of it cherishing Gods love during all the warm fuzzies;God showered down upon me while He poured this anointing. Nothing is better than seeing Him work His divinity on one of His children,even me!
Hey dude,going a hundred years of self-dislike will be noticed pretty quickly;
should that reverse itself fast enough to bite you on the backside:and since He is no respecter of persons,I count it all joy to have that sink in on a regular basis.(the mirror is frosting on the cake?) Sometimes,doing random is pretty wild,but provides an inner charge of those spiritual batteries,check it out!
Random,does leave an author hanging at times.I can say that from experience.
Lately,I’ve been putting out some funny-looking stuff,(as far as words are concerned).Small stuff, which seem non-sensical,and meaningless to say the least! Making sense isn’t a problem,I just wonder where some of my heavy spiritual stuff went to? Like south to parts unknown never to be thought of ever again.Oh! well I guess they will one day pop up somewheres soon. I will be just as surprised to find them lining up on some forbidden page; materializing from out of nowheres.Words have a way of doing that at times.
I guess that all I could say about this loss of writing material is that God has chosen this time for a spiritual hiatus.You have an answer to this excerpt for another of my blogs,it did have purpose and intent? You see it means so very little in practical,sense,rhyme, or reason,but you are stuck with it. (Watch it,Big Bird Walking!)
Oh! Well, have a Happy Thanksgiving,all.
In His love,(Think God!)
lampwickke
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