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The Journal of A. Paige White 9/25/8
09/25/2008 02:53 p.m.
*GUFFAWS* My baby girl got an ugly duckling for her bad attitude.... imagine that! Glenda said, Jarrod could tell them... yep... dunno where she gets her attitude?!? Must have gotten it from Ronnie's side...;-D
I woke up to my most beloved knock
to yawn and turn and face the clock
that has no face but winks with digital(is amour) eyes
glowing five (to thrive) at me
No candle need be lit
just flip a little switch
and light floods the room
the heat kicks on
to oust the nightly chill
to have such convenience in my life
is a thrill
It was joy that woke me
in a cocoon of the love
of my father in heaven
the prophetic word from a prophetic ministry
I ever and always hunger for
still ringing and sighing through my spirit
about the story of David and a taunter (abishai?)
King David, so secure in His Father's love
He rebuked his mighty men that wanted to chop (abaishia?)head off
for taunting and cursing him and all his efforts to lead them
and even throwing rocks at him
He told them to let him alone, maybe God had sent him
to do that. Because he humbled himself in his security
and also in knowing he too, was sinful man
and God does chasten His children for their sins
was willing to listen to all that man's rants
and even become a rocky target...
and He was a king anointed to rule...
am I any better? shooooooot naw!
not even close to as good a person.
But I want to be so in tune to my Father in heaven
that I can joyfully take criticism and misunderstanding
even, perhaps especially, if it's true! and let God be God
in my life, in my today....
and what a beautiful day it is when God wakes you up an hour and a half earlier than your alarm is set, just because He wants to spend some time alone with you, just loving on you, preparing your heart for the day ahead and how to meet each and every adversity that might be waiting with utter peace and serenity trusting in the goodness of His sovereignty ...
Ewwwww... *giggle* and Bobby's son's latest escapade with brutha alcyhol is the joke around the office today, stirring up all manner of stories for us to share... got more than my fair share!
I just want to be a new wine skin holding the kind of new wine that leaves no hangover that hurts but peace and love and joy unspeakable.... My name may be paige but I don't want to be written in or on with cold words, but rather words of life written into my very beating heart and every breath, and more than capable of receiving any much needed rebukes at my Father's hands... yeah. I know there are many things that need correcting in me today. Case and point (I found this picture Glenda sent me hilarious all the more because I have been slapped in the head with a nasty Gernsey cowtail while I was milking. There was a trick to tying it up with the bailing string suspended from the rafter overhead and if you didn't get it just right... I preferred milking the holstein, she wasn't as nasty at the tail, lol... Of course, when we initially moved any of them onto the pasture of rye grass... Ah, to be raised in the rural south where the bible belt might try to beat you:
When my dad was dying of melanoma, God sent a book into my life. The God of all Comfort by Hannah Whitall Smith. And it helped a lot at the time. I ceased to try to carry the burden of his salvation (which was never within my ability anyway), because I really didn't believe he worshipped the God that I knew. God said if you don't love your brother you have seen how can you love a God you've never seen? And he still hated, blacks, and other various and assorted races... and much more besides. It was no longer my burden and I was able to make my peace with him and let him go to wherever his faith took him. Yes. I care I'm just not in the loop or intimate circle and I suppose that is as it should be. My prayers still carry your name.
I am currently Better
I am listening to Enya
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