share'in

"The earth was without form, and void; and darkness  was  on the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God was hovering over the face of the waters. Then God said,..." NKJV Genesis 1:2-3(ish) Though, this doesn't quite show, what I mean here y'know, it's what I came up with just now. The idea that the God, did think-up this here world, and he got that idea out of what? Then the other side is, the e-ter-nal, that lives, and I'm asked for much input in it. So, to see what that means, I must see with eyes keen, past the parcel that's still wrapped up yet.

I walked today to a stream, and there was something very strange that I saw. Then I came home and saw the same thing here. Then I looked out of the window, and saw it there again. I'll try to explain what it was without giving it away. Trees, green leaves. Brown rocks, gravel path. Birds, sound nice. Tell me what you see. Work, hands tired. Rest, lie down. Eat food, yum. What do you see now? Tea, warm drink. Cherry, sweet flesh. Dog, excited, rest. What do you see best?

I know that it is up to god to say, a yes or no, when I don't know at all. It's best for house-making, or building on. Or, if it's best to never kick a ball. God's words can help when all seems much too far. Or, even when it all seems much too near. Reminders find you wherever you are. And now I have no reason more to fear. Because I know that whatever I ask, is listened to and heard by god above, I'll also try to try my ear at this, and join in with the way that god shows love.

I thank the lord my god for his goodness, the life that I can eat and keep as well. It fills me up and I can go for miles, His gifts and cakes noone can buy or sell. It's like he waits for me to understand, that holding on to life makes me live less, abundantly, this butterfly in hand, is only free if I do not compress. And so, I try to let go of myself, and let his goodness live through me instead, This is how I get to have true wealth, and heavens open up in heart and head. Please, open up this man to your great love, please pour into him water, so to clean, refresh him with a waterfall above, and save him from a living hell, latrine.

Although I feel like moving on and out, I think I'm heading further off and in. Recalling wonders god has done for me, I find a way to get out of this bin. Is hell a place to break off from in life, a place that some might stay with in the strive, -ing times? Enliven me O god!, as trying times become a dive. And, too I will recall the way that you, have entertained me even when I have, a hopeless attitude of giving up. I'm interested in your way O god. Your wondrous plan is hazy in these eyes, I wonder, could I be so blind, or not?, Is your own love the hiding place, I wish, to dwell inside your house O loving god. Your secrets are too wonderful for me, I cannot understand well, everything. Your goodness is too good for me, I trust, that you O god, are thinking of me too.

Well, I'm here again, and what a day it's been. I'm just recalling all the things I've learned, and everything I've smelled, accepted, seen. Thankful for how god's goodness has turned. A sun is rising on the other side. While a blanket covers up the sky up there. And, moments like this pass, I know, I'm keen, to get myself onto eternal bliss. That means a time of suffering to come, and god will help me through this next unknown. Giving me your spirit's help, I'll cope, with many changes, 'til this body's blown.

A man liked to work in his garden on the days that he had off from working. When he came home from work, or on the weekends, he would dig his garden, plant flowers, or do whatever needed to be done. He really enjoyed hearing the birds sing, and working together with the multitudes of insects and earthworms, lizards and spiders, who were also working in his garden. He never spoke a word to them that they could understand, although speaking to them often. And, they were speaking too, and it was seldom that he thought that what they spoke about was insignificant. Their voices are hushed, for they speak to ears that are listening to them. So too, the heavenly father speaks often and in a hushed voice. Few will hear him who are not listening, and all who listen out for his voice will hear it, and see what he is doing.

Well, Merry Christmas, and I think it's great, to come together with these families. A blending of these cultures, learning hates, and loves of these ones here for this short time. A wind came through yesterday that brought a storm. Could hardly see the road as we drove in. We got to this beach house, and, I was torn, between my comfort and those camping out. They say it rained so hard in half an hour, that the ocean had come up to where they camped. And too I heard a fellow say, a fish he'd caught had complained that on the land it was too damp. They saw a boat that tried to reach the shore, but as the rain poured down the boat went up. It steered into the sky, and somehow tore, straight through the rain, above the trees, and perched up on the mountain top. One bloke got caught out, in the wind and rain, you couldn't tell him from a wrinkled shirt, his skin had soaked up water, and to drain, him, they hung him on the clothesline like skirt. It was a shoc

Two nostrils, one smell. Two eyes, one vision. Two ears, one sound. Two lips, one kiss . Two halves of one brain, one thought. Two wings, one flight. Two sides of a coin, one purchase. Two halves of a leaf, make one. Day and night, one span of time. Man and woman, child is born.