It hardly appears to be God's timing when something goes right down to the wire. Of course that is how it has always been when I've worked in the Arab world. What to do but wait and waiting is easy if you're busy. But if you're not busy anticipation eats away causing restlessness which causes one to question the plan known only to God. And what does God say to you now? I know the rules, all will be what is expected when you consider others first.
The rain falls steadily, it is cold but it doesn't dampen or subdue the homeless howler. Carrying his black garbage bag over his shoulder he arrives and fills up his coffee cup. Yesterday's NFL results are topics for endless debating and provocations, it's too loud to remain in a room designed to be merciful.
The wasp sting has left a huge scaly and hardened blotch on my thigh. A few topicals might be working. At least there is no fever, no delirium, no behavioral flashes of the altered kind. I have been fortunate. I am fortunate. "The Way of a Pilgrim". He had no desire to look for work because he was disabled. A withered hand. And yet in his extreme poverty he had peace. The interior prayer kept anxieties at bay. He didn't fear hunger nor the lack of shelter. God led him to the kindness of strangers. A pilgrim.
From the journal 9.14.13: Channeling. It's scary, it's unreliable, listen to the spirit of God and no one else. Discern the spirit of God and pay no heed to the rest. The rest have much to say and are quick to say it. I am so eager to hear.
Five and half hours at the bakery was good. We made two sheet cakes for St. Joes desserts: lemon-blueberry pound cake, and batches of whole wheat and potato bread. I then typed up the bakerie's dessert recipes for the old ones were stained and adjustments to the ingredients were hard to decipher.
Blessings for the obedient. I haven't been obedient? Whenever you're ready to change the heart, a supernatural occurrence that is out of my hands, oh, the repetition of the Orthodox prayer will change my heart? It's a two way street, transforming the heart I see. Have I been resistant to change? Why? What have I got to lose I haven't already lost? Lord, I only ask for a place to be content. Forgive my desire to be content? I'm wallowing in indecisiveness.
The rain falls steadily, it is cold but it doesn't dampen or subdue the homeless howler. Carrying his black garbage bag over his shoulder he arrives and fills up his coffee cup. Yesterday's NFL results are topics for endless debating and provocations, it's too loud to remain in a room designed to be merciful.
The wasp sting has left a huge scaly and hardened blotch on my thigh. A few topicals might be working. At least there is no fever, no delirium, no behavioral flashes of the altered kind. I have been fortunate. I am fortunate. "The Way of a Pilgrim". He had no desire to look for work because he was disabled. A withered hand. And yet in his extreme poverty he had peace. The interior prayer kept anxieties at bay. He didn't fear hunger nor the lack of shelter. God led him to the kindness of strangers. A pilgrim.
From the journal 9.14.13: Channeling. It's scary, it's unreliable, listen to the spirit of God and no one else. Discern the spirit of God and pay no heed to the rest. The rest have much to say and are quick to say it. I am so eager to hear.
Five and half hours at the bakery was good. We made two sheet cakes for St. Joes desserts: lemon-blueberry pound cake, and batches of whole wheat and potato bread. I then typed up the bakerie's dessert recipes for the old ones were stained and adjustments to the ingredients were hard to decipher.
Blessings for the obedient. I haven't been obedient? Whenever you're ready to change the heart, a supernatural occurrence that is out of my hands, oh, the repetition of the Orthodox prayer will change my heart? It's a two way street, transforming the heart I see. Have I been resistant to change? Why? What have I got to lose I haven't already lost? Lord, I only ask for a place to be content. Forgive my desire to be content? I'm wallowing in indecisiveness.
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