O my son, O son of my womb,
O son of my vows,
do not waste your strength on women,
on those who ruin kings.
It is not for kings, O Lemuel, to guzzle wine.
Rulers should not crave alcohol.
For if they drink, they may forget the law
and not give justice to the oppressed.
Alcohol is for the dying,
and wine for those in bitter distress.
Let them drink to forget their poverty
and remember their troubles no more.
-Proverbs 31:2-7 NLT
Verse of the day, per The Bible App.
Walk in wisdom toward them that are without,
redeeming the time. Let your speech be always with
grace, seasoned with salt, that ye may know how ye
ought to answer every man.
-Colossians 4:5-6 KJV
"All relationships have a certain method of being sought per the person. God's is obedience." - Paraphrased from Manny's words. 4th Saturday, November 2017
My eyebrows wiggled when she spoke to me. I remembered the last time such had happened, though the reasoning I'd romanticized and believed to be true diminished as they wiggled once more in different circumstance.
Mischief. Such is not supposed to be happening. Such is not wise.
A seductress longed to bed me, a story short, and I yielded best I could. Her memories of the past forbade me if not she, and I felt safe in my bitter regret of actions long ago.
To allow sin & wickedness in your own life was to say, "I believe it better to function as my own God!"
In Bible Study we went over Psalm 10. I'd grown weary of hearing a sermon over the same excerpt I'd be looking over days later in study, yet I understood it's importance. This week, however, I'd found that what had felt had been a plateau of the excitement in my life had since renewed its vigor.
Danny had joined me for bible study.
The Church Gang had worried for my well being afterwards, or at least appeared as such. My anxiety-ridden nature had mainly been because of the usual she, which I loathed for being even reminiscent of a thought, and my +1, Danny.
Before Danny and I had last cut off communication, I'd contacted authorities because he'd sent me a picture of a baby hippo.
Why had I thought such? Well, as cute as a baby hippo may appear, soon it would become the most dangerous mammal to roam the earth in it's adult form. In that message, paired with a friend's musings in fear that he'd gotten a hold of his guns again, I believed he was foreshadowing the idea that he was going to kill me.
Truthfully, I'd believed that was what he meant to convey. Caring for my daughter at the time, I'd taken no shortcuts to ensure our safety. However, after much skepticism, I apologized for the actions I'd made.
//flashback//
She'd asked how I'd been doing, to which I replied:
"Fantastic!"
"Don't lie," she said, smiling.
//end//
Sometimes, it felt like I were speaking to happiness, as a divine entity. Not a God or Goddess, but something that only stories were made of. Something of fairy tails.
Moments flew by like individual breaths of consciousness. I made by each conversation masking a complete lack of care by contentiousness. I wanted to care, but I couldn't. Care meant remembering, and remembering meant hurting. I didn't care though, so I hadn't had to spend a second thought on either save for documenting it.
People projected themselves onto their pets. I'd seen lonely girls talk about how much their dog clearly wanted snuggled and loved. I'd seen anorexics gab on about how their kitten must've been so hungry.
Just as such, people projected themselves onto their friends when they were incapable of dealing with their own issues.
I'd found a lot of prospect in the above verses for which I'd recently been failing and needed to ponder upon.
In addition to that, I'd started several 'plans' in the Bible App to learn and ponder several things I'd been struggling with.
"Prayers from Ephesians"
"What is True Love?"
"Clarifying Your Mission in Midlife"
The days had begun blurring together, but in retrospect, hadn't they always? I hardly remembered one day from another. It was insanity. I was thankful for the days that stood out from one another. I loathed the secrets I'd been sworn to that I couldn't tell.
Someone had started suffering from what I had long ago, something that still haunts me to this day.
At least I'd been reminded earlier, when I began to feel miserable, that I'd once again begun seeking company rather than Christ. The seeking of company which had never brought me nothing but misery. I'd much rather find peace and love and happiness to be merry in seeking Christ than chase after the false idols of company that seldom sought and claimed in lies to seek the same thing.
Once again, I'd began rising and falling among the Alps of Zolam,
their unpredictable highs and lows,
the fears they brought and others conquered stirring in the dark,
and while I felt lost I felt at home,
while I felt company I knew I was alone.
High up on the Alps of Zolam.
I ought to consult the Bible, I decided, and retreating into it as the darkness fell across the sky while I rested in the Alps of Zolam.
By the way, if you're looking for a laugh, watch the movie "The House" with Will Ferrell and Amy Poehler.
For a thrilling read, check out "The Third Parent" by Elias Witherow.
Next ~12th November 2017~ Leaving the Alps of Zolam>>>
O son of my vows,
do not waste your strength on women,
on those who ruin kings.
It is not for kings, O Lemuel, to guzzle wine.
Rulers should not crave alcohol.
For if they drink, they may forget the law
and not give justice to the oppressed.
Alcohol is for the dying,
and wine for those in bitter distress.
Let them drink to forget their poverty
and remember their troubles no more.
-Proverbs 31:2-7 NLT
Verse of the day, per The Bible App.
Walk in wisdom toward them that are without,
redeeming the time. Let your speech be always with
grace, seasoned with salt, that ye may know how ye
ought to answer every man.
-Colossians 4:5-6 KJV
"All relationships have a certain method of being sought per the person. God's is obedience." - Paraphrased from Manny's words. 4th Saturday, November 2017
Wednesday the 8th, November 2017
Mischief. Such is not supposed to be happening. Such is not wise.
A seductress longed to bed me, a story short, and I yielded best I could. Her memories of the past forbade me if not she, and I felt safe in my bitter regret of actions long ago.
To allow sin & wickedness in your own life was to say, "I believe it better to function as my own God!"
In Bible Study we went over Psalm 10. I'd grown weary of hearing a sermon over the same excerpt I'd be looking over days later in study, yet I understood it's importance. This week, however, I'd found that what had felt had been a plateau of the excitement in my life had since renewed its vigor.
Danny had joined me for bible study.
The Church Gang had worried for my well being afterwards, or at least appeared as such. My anxiety-ridden nature had mainly been because of the usual she, which I loathed for being even reminiscent of a thought, and my +1, Danny.
Before Danny and I had last cut off communication, I'd contacted authorities because he'd sent me a picture of a baby hippo.
Why had I thought such? Well, as cute as a baby hippo may appear, soon it would become the most dangerous mammal to roam the earth in it's adult form. In that message, paired with a friend's musings in fear that he'd gotten a hold of his guns again, I believed he was foreshadowing the idea that he was going to kill me.
Truthfully, I'd believed that was what he meant to convey. Caring for my daughter at the time, I'd taken no shortcuts to ensure our safety. However, after much skepticism, I apologized for the actions I'd made.
//flashback//
She'd asked how I'd been doing, to which I replied:
"Fantastic!"
"Don't lie," she said, smiling.
//end//
Sometimes, it felt like I were speaking to happiness, as a divine entity. Not a God or Goddess, but something that only stories were made of. Something of fairy tails.
Moments flew by like individual breaths of consciousness. I made by each conversation masking a complete lack of care by contentiousness. I wanted to care, but I couldn't. Care meant remembering, and remembering meant hurting. I didn't care though, so I hadn't had to spend a second thought on either save for documenting it.
People projected themselves onto their pets. I'd seen lonely girls talk about how much their dog clearly wanted snuggled and loved. I'd seen anorexics gab on about how their kitten must've been so hungry.
Just as such, people projected themselves onto their friends when they were incapable of dealing with their own issues.
I'd found a lot of prospect in the above verses for which I'd recently been failing and needed to ponder upon.
In addition to that, I'd started several 'plans' in the Bible App to learn and ponder several things I'd been struggling with.
"Prayers from Ephesians"
"What is True Love?"
"Clarifying Your Mission in Midlife"
The days had begun blurring together, but in retrospect, hadn't they always? I hardly remembered one day from another. It was insanity. I was thankful for the days that stood out from one another. I loathed the secrets I'd been sworn to that I couldn't tell.
Someone had started suffering from what I had long ago, something that still haunts me to this day.
At least I'd been reminded earlier, when I began to feel miserable, that I'd once again begun seeking company rather than Christ. The seeking of company which had never brought me nothing but misery. I'd much rather find peace and love and happiness to be merry in seeking Christ than chase after the false idols of company that seldom sought and claimed in lies to seek the same thing.
Once again, I'd began rising and falling among the Alps of Zolam,
their unpredictable highs and lows,
the fears they brought and others conquered stirring in the dark,
and while I felt lost I felt at home,
while I felt company I knew I was alone.
High up on the Alps of Zolam.
I ought to consult the Bible, I decided, and retreating into it as the darkness fell across the sky while I rested in the Alps of Zolam.
By the way, if you're looking for a laugh, watch the movie "The House" with Will Ferrell and Amy Poehler.
For a thrilling read, check out "The Third Parent" by Elias Witherow.
Next ~12th November 2017~ Leaving the Alps of Zolam>>>
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