let's sail on the stream of conscienceness
part of me loves to dissect sentences. the same way those jerks in middle school were pumped to cut into animal parts in the name of science, while i, with mother's permission, hung out in the bathroom that hour and cut class.
look, i only cut class when i was a conscientious objector. sometimes i also object to the spell checker's lack of ability to "get me". I mean, read my mind already, gates.
Severe digression aside, I like to take sentences apart and work them around like a puzzle in my mind. i limit it to 50 characters not because we lack space. but because i want to cut through all the crap you worked so hard on and get the nugget of information out. and sometimes, it's like panning for gold in the river - for hours.
one of the reasons I love the Word of God so much - there is no CRAP to cut through! every word is chosen and has layers of meaning. and if you don't believe that and you want to argue with me, i will just beat you too it - whatev. why waste your time trying to prove it? why don't you just try living by the Word and when it works for you, tell me why it doesn't.
yeah. AND when you stew cranberries like apple sauce, they taste much more like prunes than rhubarb does.
i find a lot of people waste a ton of time. yeah, i appreciate the intellect. but if that intellect isn't steered by God and lining up with His Word, I'm really not interested. so put that in your noodle and bake it. and while you're at it, but in a little extra because we might have company tonight.
it feels so good to see my true self emerging as my dysfunctions are demolished in the presence of God. every time He meets me and i'm open, He pulls out more wreckage, cleans off the mold. teaches me that water is supposed to flow, not stay stagnant. and He replaces what He takes away.
for the sorrow and mourning, He gives me joy. for the broken pieces, he gives me beauty. for the weeping, He gives me the ability to praise Him.
praise God - all that is good, perfect and right comes from Him. and now that I know more about His nature and His love, i don't question His ways. i ask Him to help me learn them.
look, i only cut class when i was a conscientious objector. sometimes i also object to the spell checker's lack of ability to "get me". I mean, read my mind already, gates.
Severe digression aside, I like to take sentences apart and work them around like a puzzle in my mind. i limit it to 50 characters not because we lack space. but because i want to cut through all the crap you worked so hard on and get the nugget of information out. and sometimes, it's like panning for gold in the river - for hours.
one of the reasons I love the Word of God so much - there is no CRAP to cut through! every word is chosen and has layers of meaning. and if you don't believe that and you want to argue with me, i will just beat you too it - whatev. why waste your time trying to prove it? why don't you just try living by the Word and when it works for you, tell me why it doesn't.
yeah. AND when you stew cranberries like apple sauce, they taste much more like prunes than rhubarb does.
i find a lot of people waste a ton of time. yeah, i appreciate the intellect. but if that intellect isn't steered by God and lining up with His Word, I'm really not interested. so put that in your noodle and bake it. and while you're at it, but in a little extra because we might have company tonight.
it feels so good to see my true self emerging as my dysfunctions are demolished in the presence of God. every time He meets me and i'm open, He pulls out more wreckage, cleans off the mold. teaches me that water is supposed to flow, not stay stagnant. and He replaces what He takes away.
for the sorrow and mourning, He gives me joy. for the broken pieces, he gives me beauty. for the weeping, He gives me the ability to praise Him.
praise God - all that is good, perfect and right comes from Him. and now that I know more about His nature and His love, i don't question His ways. i ask Him to help me learn them.