you believe in God; believe also in me (Jesus). my Father's house has many rooms; if that were not so, would I have told you that I am going there to prepare a place for you? &if I go &prepare a place for you, I will come back &take you to be with me that you also may be where I am.
why, you do not even know what will happen tomorrow. what is your life? you are a mist that appears for a little while &then vanishes.
Matthew 6:27-30.. &why do you worry about... ? see how flowers of the field grow. they do not labor or spin. .. if that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today &tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you -you of little faith?
but God, I can't even get rid of a T !!!! :( "teach me to love &how to stay" //prone to leave //
&even the very hairs of your head are numbered. so, don't be afraid. U R worth more than
I don't understand what I do. 4what I want 2do I don't, but what I hate, I do.. I know good itself doesn't dwell in me. 'tis my nature.. I have desire2do good, but I cannot carry it out.
(song comes up on my Spotify.. singing /reiterating to me, "rather live a lie than face all the heartache." ouch.. no I don't.. ! DELETE). I want to be human /sometimes, divine..
"tell my thoughts to resign, &lift you from my mind.
I'm not ready, I'm not strong enough to cradle the weight of your love." #coward #gutless
-- brah (rolls tongue), every day is trying,* not 2B a POS /hostage to my humanity --
my home's in heaven; just travelin' through the world -Billy Graham
as rain &snow come down from heaven, &don't return to it w/o watering Earth &making it bud &flourish, so that it yields seed for sower &bread for eater, so is my word that goes out from my mouth: it will not return to me empty, but accomplish what i desire &achieve the purpose for which i sent it.
out of love for the truth &the desire to bring it to light -95 theses, 1517.
if there are words for Him then, I don't have them. you see my brain has not yet reached a point where it could form a thought that could adequately describe the greatness of my God. &my voice is so inhibited, restrained by human limits, that it's hard to even sing a praise up. my God: unsearchable yet knowable. indefinable, yet approachable. indescribable, yet personal.
when the world shook &the sun was wiped out of heaven, it was not at the crucifixion, but at the cry from cross: the cry which confessed that God was forsaken of God (Matt: 27:46) &now let the revolutionists choose a creed from all creeds &a god from all gods of the world, carefully weighing all gods of inevitable recurrence &of unalterable power. they will not find another god who has himself been in revolt. nay (the matter grows too difficult for human speech), but let the atheists themselves choose a god. they will find only 1 divinity who ever uttered their isolation; only 1 religion in which God seemed for an instant to be an atheist. -GKC. †