November 20th, 2014

making me sweat like a ballpark frank

It is 11:15 AM Thursday morning in the cold snowy flow of existence. Outside this morning it is snowing and it is 24 degrees. I am glad I do not have to drive anywhere in this terrible winter weather. Carol works with nurses that drive into Holland from far away places into work. It must be horrible driving to work in white outs and icy roads!

It has been a normal morning for me thus far. I got up around 6 o'clock AM this morning. When I got up I wandered into the living room and sat down in a easy chair and dozed till 7:30 AM. I woke myself and ate breakfast. After breakfast I messed with our main computer and wrote in my paper diary.

Carol called around 8:45 AM from work to come and pick her up. My wife is a professional nurse at a nearby community hospital. When we got home I fed the birds and shoveled snow off our walkway leading to our battered front door (years ago someone smashed our aluminium screen door with a heavy Sunday morning newspaper).

Carol went to bed around 9:15 AM and I have been wandering the house and reading a novel titled, "Laura Warholic or, The Sexual Intellectual" by Alexander Theroux. I read some of this novel by Theroux before watching some TV last night. I went to bed around 11 o'clock PM and slept poorly. Now it is another day in my momentary life.

I did leave for a few minutes to visit a thrift store a few blocks from our home to look at their used books. I saw no used books to add to our library this morning. I have an obsession concerning finding used books to add to our book collection. I enjoy searching for used books to add to our book collection. I might find some interesting used book to add to our library when visiting a thrift store. I need to feed my intellectual lust/hunger. In a way it is all futile since all that can satisfy my soul is knowledge of the Lord God. Why fed on that which can not satisfy soul hunger?

Well I suppose I will close to drift and listen to the music of Machine Head. No way out. "Flee youthful lusts" 2 Tim. 2:22

"[1] Ho, every one that thirsteth, come ye to the waters, and he that hath no money; come ye, buy, and eat; yea, come, buy wine and milk without money and without price.
[2] Wherefore do ye spend money for that which is not bread? and your labour for that which satisfieth not? hearken diligently unto me, and eat ye that which is good, and let your soul delight itself in fatness.
[3] Incline your ear, and come unto me: hear, and your soul shall live; and I will make an everlasting covenant with you, even the sure mercies of David." Isaiah 55:1-3
  • Current Music
    Machine Head 'The Blackening'

Let Every Mortal Ear Attend

Let every mortal ear attend,
And every heart rejoice;
The trumpet of the Gospel sounds
With an inviting voice.

Lo! all ye hungry, starving souls
That feed upon the wind,
And vainly strive with earthly toys
To fill an empty mind.

Eternal wisdom has prepared
A soul reviving feast,
And bids your longing appetites
The rich provision taste.

Ho! ye that pant for living streams,
And pine away and die,
Here you may quench your raging thirst
With springs that never dry.

Rivers of love and mercy here
In a rich ocean join;
Salvation in abundance flows,
Like floods of milk and wine.

Ye perishing and naked poor,
Who work with mighty pain
To weave a garment of your own
That will not hide your sin,

Come naked, and adorn your souls
In robes prepared by God,
Wrought by the labors of His Son,
And dyed in His own blood.

Dear God! the treasures of Thy love
Are everlasting mines,
Deep as our helpless miseries are,
And boundless as our sins.

The happy gates of Gospel grace
Stand open night and day;
Lord, we are come to seek supplies,
And drive our wants away.

http://www.hymntime.com/tch/htm/l/e/m/lemortal.htm

"[1] Ho, every one that thirsteth, come ye to the waters, and he that hath no money; come ye, buy, and eat; yea, come, buy wine and milk without money and without price.
[2] Wherefore do ye spend money for that which is not bread? and your labour for that which satisfieth not? hearken diligently unto me, and eat ye that which is good, and let your soul delight itself in fatness.
[3] Incline your ear, and come unto me: hear, and your soul shall live; and I will make an everlasting covenant with you, even the sure mercies of David." Isaiah 55:1-3
  • Current Mood
    contemplative contemplative