teach me to hold myself in inward and outward silence before Thee
It is 6:49 AM Friday morning in the death flow. It is a dark cold day here by Lake Michigan. Summer has come and gone. I noticed the other day leaves falling off a tree in our back yard. Birds are flocking up to fly somewhere else.
I got up around 5:55 AM because I was wet with a cold sweat and was tired of dreaming. I was having this dream where I was with a group of people who had no country and were displaced. There are millions of people throughout the earth with no home and no country. I am extremely thankful I can wake up in a home and be able to make blueberry pancakes for a meal. The Lord is good. I am sure there are Christians throughout the world with no home and no country except the coming kingdom of glory. As a Christian I am also an exile/a stranger passing through this dying planet.
Yesterday I had a super quiet day. I practically did nothing but wander the house. I did leave the house to visit thrift stores. I found only three used books to add to our library.
"Written on the Body" a novel by Jeanette Winterson (We have another novel in our library by Winterson titled, "Passion".)
"A Confederate General from Big Sur, Dreaming of Babylon, The Hawkline Monster" by Richard Brautigan
"The Gift: Imagination and the Erotic Life of Property" by Lewis Hyde
I read some of the book, "Stories In An Almost Classical Mode" by Harold Brodkey last night.
The day went by and now it is another day. I fill in for someone at the library book used books store today from 3 PM till 5 PM. This afternoon Emily and Josie are coming over from Grand Rapids for a visit. The day will go by like all our other days. This day could be our last day as it was for those two television journalist that were killed by a mad man the other day.
This morning when I got up I made blueberry pancakes for breakfast. I will close to go make coffee now that the wife of my youth is up to face IT.
Tom Clark's blog
http://tomclarkblog.blogspot.com/2015/08/they-have-come-this-far-how-much.html
"[1] Peter, an apostle of Jesus Christ, to the strangers scattered throughout Pontus, Galatia, Cappadocia, Asia, and Bithynia,
[2] Elect according to the foreknowledge of God the Father, through sanctification of the Spirit, unto obedience and sprinkling of the blood of Jesus Christ: Grace unto you, and peace, be multiplied.
[3] Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, which according to his abundant mercy hath begotten us again unto a lively hope by the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead,
[4] To an inheritance incorruptible, and undefiled, and that fadeth not away, reserved in heaven for you,
[5] Who are kept by the power of God through faith unto salvation ready to be revealed in the last time." First Peter 1:1-5
I got up around 5:55 AM because I was wet with a cold sweat and was tired of dreaming. I was having this dream where I was with a group of people who had no country and were displaced. There are millions of people throughout the earth with no home and no country. I am extremely thankful I can wake up in a home and be able to make blueberry pancakes for a meal. The Lord is good. I am sure there are Christians throughout the world with no home and no country except the coming kingdom of glory. As a Christian I am also an exile/a stranger passing through this dying planet.
Yesterday I had a super quiet day. I practically did nothing but wander the house. I did leave the house to visit thrift stores. I found only three used books to add to our library.
"Written on the Body" a novel by Jeanette Winterson (We have another novel in our library by Winterson titled, "Passion".)
"A Confederate General from Big Sur, Dreaming of Babylon, The Hawkline Monster" by Richard Brautigan
"The Gift: Imagination and the Erotic Life of Property" by Lewis Hyde
I read some of the book, "Stories In An Almost Classical Mode" by Harold Brodkey last night.
The day went by and now it is another day. I fill in for someone at the library book used books store today from 3 PM till 5 PM. This afternoon Emily and Josie are coming over from Grand Rapids for a visit. The day will go by like all our other days. This day could be our last day as it was for those two television journalist that were killed by a mad man the other day.
This morning when I got up I made blueberry pancakes for breakfast. I will close to go make coffee now that the wife of my youth is up to face IT.
Tom Clark's blog
http://tomclarkblog.blogspot.com/2015/08/they-have-come-this-far-how-much.html
"[1] Peter, an apostle of Jesus Christ, to the strangers scattered throughout Pontus, Galatia, Cappadocia, Asia, and Bithynia,
[2] Elect according to the foreknowledge of God the Father, through sanctification of the Spirit, unto obedience and sprinkling of the blood of Jesus Christ: Grace unto you, and peace, be multiplied.
[3] Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, which according to his abundant mercy hath begotten us again unto a lively hope by the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead,
[4] To an inheritance incorruptible, and undefiled, and that fadeth not away, reserved in heaven for you,
[5] Who are kept by the power of God through faith unto salvation ready to be revealed in the last time." First Peter 1:1-5
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