I bet Isaiah saw a sunrise like that, which the Lord then used to prompt his description of what happens when we give ourselves to walk in His ways ...
(Isa 58:6-8,10 NKJV) "Is this not the fast that I have chosen: To loose the bonds of wickedness, To undo the heavy burdens, To let the oppressed go free, And that you break every yoke? {7} Is it not to share your bread with the hungry, And that you bring to your house the poor who are cast out; When you see the naked, that you cover him, And not hide yourself from your own flesh? {8} Then your light shall break forth like the morning, Your healing shall spring forth speedily, And your righteousness shall go before you; The glory of the LORD shall be your rear guard ... {10} If you extend your soul to the hungry And satisfy the afflicted soul, Then your light shall dawn in the darkness, And your darkness shall be as the noonday.
Unfortunately, I don't wake up until I've been up and about for several hours in the morning. My body clock groans when the alarm sings. Therefore, I miss most of those sights.
• I'm enjoying: small town on the square down town coffee shop atmosphere, free wi-fi, and a cappuccino. •I'm reading: a poem about the Posties Jig. • I'm listening to: cheerful hum of conversation
Naddy, Are you making reference to that place across from the government high school in Morrisville. Do they have wi-fi? Or is it somewhere altogether different?
Naddy and I had ourselves dropped off at the Daily Grind in Bolivar by the auto shop. Spent a few nice hours there until the place closed at four.
As for the cheerful hum of conversation, I'm oblivious, but Naddy overheard a woman interviewing a young man who had asked permission to date the womans daughter. I guess it must have been going alright for the young fella, seeing it was cheerful.
And don't feel too bad about punching yourself... *cough* someone *cough* once dropkicked a milkjug which had been full of water and which had frozen. Ouch, ouch ouch.
Naddy, I hope you don't have aspirations to be a *cough* football player, after your father's latest post about the idolatrous practices associated therewith.
Great sunrise! 'Morning has broken, just like the first, God's recreation of a new day.' Love that song/hymn - especially Cat Steven's version, although he may have a different slant on it these days ... Now, no more dropping frozens and various vegetables on toes or tummies, hear?
No, I wasn't pretending it was a football, I was practicing my soccer skills.
I see. In my growing up, I didn't do soccer. I am beginning to realize that when the world came to the USA, so did its game. I probably oughta' be learnin' more about it.
As far as the word "dropkick", it only meant 2 things to me.
1. an archaic way of kicking a football to achieve a field goal
2. a way that Jesus puts us through the goalposts of life (per Bobby Bare, singer & Paul Craft, writer, 1976, RCA records)
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That's really beautiful! :o)
I bet Isaiah saw a sunrise like that, which the Lord then used to prompt his description of what happens when we give ourselves to walk in His ways ...
(Isa 58:6-8,10 NKJV) "Is this not the fast that I have chosen: To loose the bonds of wickedness, To undo the heavy burdens, To let the oppressed go free, And that you break every yoke? {7} Is it not to share your bread with the hungry, And that you bring to your house the poor who are cast out; When you see the naked, that you cover him, And not hide yourself from your own flesh? {8} Then your light shall break forth like the morning, Your healing shall spring forth speedily, And your righteousness shall go before you; The glory of the LORD shall be your rear guard ... {10} If you extend your soul to the hungry And satisfy the afflicted soul, Then your light shall dawn in the darkness, And your darkness shall be as the noonday.
Unfortunately, I don't wake up until I've been up and about for several hours in the morning. My body clock groans when the alarm sings. Therefore, I miss most of those sights.
• I'm enjoying: small town on the square down town coffee shop atmosphere, free wi-fi, and a cappuccino.
•I'm reading: a poem about the Posties Jig.
• I'm listening to: cheerful hum of conversation
Naddy,
Are you making reference to that place across from the government high school in Morrisville. Do they have wi-fi?
Or is it somewhere altogether different?
Naddy and I had ourselves dropped off at the Daily Grind in Bolivar by the auto shop. Spent a few nice hours there until the place closed at four.
As for the cheerful hum of conversation, I'm oblivious, but Naddy overheard a woman interviewing a young man who had asked permission to date the womans daughter. I guess it must have been going alright for the young fella, seeing it was cheerful.
And don't feel too bad about punching yourself... *cough* someone *cough* once dropkicked a milkjug which had been full of water and which had frozen. Ouch, ouch ouch.
Naddy, I hope you don't have aspirations to be a *cough* football player, after your father's latest post about the idolatrous practices associated therewith.
(For those scratching their heads over the above comment, it is in reference to a comment I left here.)
No, I wasn't pretending it was a football, I was practicing my soccer skills. And just for the record... I was only around 11 at the time. :-)
Great sunrise! 'Morning has broken, just like the first, God's recreation of a new day.' Love that song/hymn - especially Cat Steven's version, although he may have a different slant on it these days ... Now, no more dropping frozens and various vegetables on toes or tummies, hear?
No, I wasn't pretending it was a football, I was practicing my soccer skills.
I see. In my growing up, I didn't do soccer. I am beginning to realize that when the world came to the USA, so did its game. I probably oughta' be learnin' more about it.
As far as the word "dropkick", it only meant 2 things to me.
1. an archaic way of kicking a football to achieve a field goal
2. a way that Jesus puts us through the goalposts of life (per Bobby Bare, singer & Paul Craft, writer, 1976, RCA records)
Chiefbiscuit- thank you. And I'll do my very best to avoid both of those things. :-)
JFC- Well, whenever I hear "dropkick" the first thing I think of is a goalie dropkicking a round white ball as far into the field as possible. :-)
Thank you, Lauren! :o)
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