My friend Gertrude needs to know....
More rightly, I want to tell Gertrude....
The thing I need to remember is that whatever Gertrude, or any of us, needs to know, we will learn through the perfect source, God's will and word.
My blinding flash of the obvious, It is not my message to carry, it is my seed to plant, makes that perfectly clear. My seed to plant is what I show forth...not what I say, but what I do. All the pretty words in the world without like action are just pretty words, mocking the speaker.
My blinding flash of the obvious, It is not my message to carry, it is my seed to plant, makes that perfectly clear. My seed to plant is what I show forth...not what I say, but what I do. All the pretty words in the world without like action are just pretty words, mocking the speaker.
The trouble with waiting for God's will and word to make their way to Gertrude is...she's driving me bat-belly crazy right now.
Sometimes I feel like God enjoys toying with me...because I can preach a good message. Like, it seems just a minute ago that I was quoting, "If someone hurts you and you're sore, there's something wrong with you, too." Isn't that profound? Sometimes I can sound almost as good as the Trumpeter...the devil made me write that.
Who's kidding whom? I just wish Gertrude would shape up.
Sigh.
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Thank you.
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