Seize this one day
Seize the day, this one day, it may be your last with the Great Abucus in the sky sliding the final bead across to the other side, the bead joining its day mates in conclusion of a life well lived or perhaps, not so well lived?
Walking meat with money
I returned from a resort vacation a few days ago and I felt as though my personality had been wrung out and nothing was left of it, of me. Walking meat with money, that's how I felt as a vacationer as I was served and cleaned up after and encouraged to indulge in mindless food and beverage consumption. Trained to go with the flow of the herds, the crowds, the vacationers were channelled in multiple streams of hedonistic self indulgence masquerading as luxury of experience, the body being over served and stimulated until numbly saturated. Not having to think, be responsible, it is a relief for many and understandably, the mindset of relax without paying the price of repercussion is rather appealing: to a point. Redundancy has a way of being redundant and this shows up in life whether on vacation or living responsibly at home.
My soul screams what about me
There was a lagoon close to our hotel, a short beach walk away and the clear blue water with the ebb and flow of the current delighted my senses. My nose is tingling with the start of tears as I recall praying to God and asking for forgiveness for my own going unconscious, my own self indulgent neglect of what is good, true, beautiful and worthy of adoration. I realize every day that when I forget to give myself to him, I have lost one bead of my own life, given it away to nothingness, to mindless feeding of the bodily senses while my soul screams what about me, when do I receive my mana?
Mercy, grace to live another day
Mercy, grace to live another day, I am grateful for the discipline of a God that reminds me that it is to him I owe my life, bought and paid for with the hefty price of Pure Love, the cross that bore my Saviour, my Christ. I hope I have lots of beads left and my prayer is that I give each one, each day to The One. I pray the same for you dear reader, may you know that your days, each hair on your head, each tear you shed, are counted, numbered and precious to him that made you.
Seize the day, this one day, it may be your last with the Great Abucus in the sky sliding the final bead across to the other side, the bead joining its day mates in conclusion of a life well lived or perhaps, not so well lived? Walking meat with money
I returned from a resort vacation a few days ago and I felt as though my personality had been wrung out and nothing was left of it, of me. Walking meat with money, that's how I felt as a vacationer as I was served and cleaned up after and encouraged to indulge in mindless food and beverage consumption. Trained to go with the flow of the herds, the crowds, the vacationers were channelled in multiple streams of hedonistic self indulgence masquerading as luxury of experience, the body being over served and stimulated until numbly saturated. Not having to think, be responsible, it is a relief for many and understandably, the mindset of relax without paying the price of repercussion is rather appealing: to a point. Redundancy has a way of being redundant and this shows up in life whether on vacation or living responsibly at home.
My soul screams what about me
There was a lagoon close to our hotel, a short beach walk away and the clear blue water with the ebb and flow of the current delighted my senses. My nose is tingling with the start of tears as I recall praying to God and asking for forgiveness for my own going unconscious, my own self indulgent neglect of what is good, true, beautiful and worthy of adoration. I realize every day that when I forget to give myself to him, I have lost one bead of my own life, given it away to nothingness, to mindless feeding of the bodily senses while my soul screams what about me, when do I receive my mana?
Mercy, grace to live another day
Mercy, grace to live another day, I am grateful for the discipline of a God that reminds me that it is to him I owe my life, bought and paid for with the hefty price of Pure Love, the cross that bore my Saviour, my Christ. I hope I have lots of beads left and my prayer is that I give each one, each day to The One. I pray the same for you dear reader, may you know that your days, each hair on your head, each tear you shed, are counted, numbered and precious to him that made you.
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