With a bit of a preamble, I have to say I am not sure where this is going. I did feel challenged to describe how I see the Devil and his works...
Then I found myself full of sneaky little feelings of diversion! A myriad of little fleeting moments of temptation to do something else. The first was a distraction, I want to fix my Husband’s jumper up today. I bought a ribbed scarf from the charity shop for a pound yesterday. The thread will match. I am going to try making arm patches from it to cover the worn out elbows. Then use some unpicked wool to darn in the little holes that have appeared. It won’t take long, I will do it later. God suggested I cover my Bible with it, so the ‘how to’ is mulling on the back burner. I am not sure if the scarf is wool, a mix or synthetic. It doesn’t matter. We both love this jumper. I also need to wash a good pair of trousers of His by hand. Make sure they are in good order, and dry them flat and press them. Good wifely duties.
However Jesus told the story of Mary and Martha. One sat at his feet and listened, and the other got on with all the housework. Jesus said the better thing was to sit at His feet and listen, because He wasn’t going to be around much longer to be with them. The housework comes later then.
Discouragement. The, ‘you will never be able to deal with that subject, it’s way beyond you’. That’s fun I thought, I can’t think the last time I heard that sort of argument. God says He will make me fit for anything He wants me to do. I am calling on His inspiration to have a crack at this slithery subject.
I am expecting some help from Him to dig out the kernels of His word lodged in my Brain. My Bible has fallen to bits, and I still haven’t scratched the surface of understanding it. I am expecting some insights.
Fear. What’s this I thought, A fleeting moment of vulnerability. What have I got to lose by writing a piece on Satan?! I haven’t got any credibility anyway. I am a Bi-Polar nut job, you get quite used to being mis-understood, have people’s opinions about your mind and your state of competency questioned. What’s new?
At this point I had the distinct impression The Archangel Michael and Gabriel were in the room. There was a little flash when Michael sliced through the demon with a sword, and I had the impression of a black cloud hanging about. It’s still here! I think it’s pinned down while I analyse it.
Anyway, the morning constitutional moment was opon me, so I went for a visit to the small room. There are few places to get a moment with God in this world, this is one of them! These days I suppose people go for a crap with their mobile phones, and spend ages texting. It’s not good for you! We all need to eat, and therefore we all need to crap. If eating is a Holy part of our day, it’s pretty obvious the time we take to meet the void of the toilet bowl is equally Holy... By the way, the word Crap is not rude. A bloke called Crapper invented the toilet bowl and cistern. Hence the derivation. It’s like saying you are going to Hoover the house. It’s a vacuum cleaner, but we all say the brand name Hoover.
Besides F***ing when God uses it is spelt with an e. It has a different meaning to the way I use it when it is spelt with a u. You can draw your own comparison to EU. Which is abbreviation for Europa, a Roman Goddess. If nothing else the Brits are called out of Idolatry. Jersey was never part of the EU. I have a Jersey Passport. I am also disqualified as a British Citizen, as I have lived abroad for over 15 years. As with all things, Legal Status is of paramount importance to God.
Well that’s the mental crap out of the way then. Perhaps you can understand the expression Jesus used when He Said ‘Get the behind me Satan’.
Well the black cloud sort of evaporated during the last few moments while I lit the fire for the day. I had a funny image of that cat in Lewis Carroll, which faded away and just left a big smile.
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I had made our porridge, and I asked my Husband if He wanted to listen to this piece on Satan, so He Said Yes. When I finished reading it, He Said,’When are you seeing your Psychiatrist again? I can’t understand why you want to write things like that down’. ... See what I mean!
Anyway He Said I can’t have his jumper to fix it until later because He is wearing it this morning. Now you see why I have to try and patch it up. He has got a new one like that in a different colour. He has got other very nice jumpers. But it’s this one He wants. It’s a bit like God and us. He is not going to give up on us. He has asked the Holy Spirit to keep repairing the fabric. Darning up the holes that get worn through, There is another big hole the sleeve again, and the fabric there is just too fragile to darn. It is going to have to be an obvious patch now. I will just make them look as though the new patches were part of the original design of the Jumper.
We bought a whole side of Alaskan wild Salmon for just under twenty quid last night at Waitrose. He told me to get on with making the gravadlax with it. I am going to slice it and vac pack it for the freezer. I may as well put that on my L’Autocuiseur blog. I priced up smoked wild Salmon, it can cost as much as £250 for a side of Scottish smoked wild Salmon. Nice one Waitrose. I will wash His trousers first.
Anyway He told me to get off this IPad and get a life, so perhaps I won’t mess around with it today. You will have to look up the recipe for gravadlax the same as me.
Then I found myself full of sneaky little feelings of diversion! A myriad of little fleeting moments of temptation to do something else. The first was a distraction, I want to fix my Husband’s jumper up today. I bought a ribbed scarf from the charity shop for a pound yesterday. The thread will match. I am going to try making arm patches from it to cover the worn out elbows. Then use some unpicked wool to darn in the little holes that have appeared. It won’t take long, I will do it later. God suggested I cover my Bible with it, so the ‘how to’ is mulling on the back burner. I am not sure if the scarf is wool, a mix or synthetic. It doesn’t matter. We both love this jumper. I also need to wash a good pair of trousers of His by hand. Make sure they are in good order, and dry them flat and press them. Good wifely duties.
However Jesus told the story of Mary and Martha. One sat at his feet and listened, and the other got on with all the housework. Jesus said the better thing was to sit at His feet and listen, because He wasn’t going to be around much longer to be with them. The housework comes later then.
Discouragement. The, ‘you will never be able to deal with that subject, it’s way beyond you’. That’s fun I thought, I can’t think the last time I heard that sort of argument. God says He will make me fit for anything He wants me to do. I am calling on His inspiration to have a crack at this slithery subject.
I am expecting some help from Him to dig out the kernels of His word lodged in my Brain. My Bible has fallen to bits, and I still haven’t scratched the surface of understanding it. I am expecting some insights.
Fear. What’s this I thought, A fleeting moment of vulnerability. What have I got to lose by writing a piece on Satan?! I haven’t got any credibility anyway. I am a Bi-Polar nut job, you get quite used to being mis-understood, have people’s opinions about your mind and your state of competency questioned. What’s new?
At this point I had the distinct impression The Archangel Michael and Gabriel were in the room. There was a little flash when Michael sliced through the demon with a sword, and I had the impression of a black cloud hanging about. It’s still here! I think it’s pinned down while I analyse it.
Anyway, the morning constitutional moment was opon me, so I went for a visit to the small room. There are few places to get a moment with God in this world, this is one of them! These days I suppose people go for a crap with their mobile phones, and spend ages texting. It’s not good for you! We all need to eat, and therefore we all need to crap. If eating is a Holy part of our day, it’s pretty obvious the time we take to meet the void of the toilet bowl is equally Holy... By the way, the word Crap is not rude. A bloke called Crapper invented the toilet bowl and cistern. Hence the derivation. It’s like saying you are going to Hoover the house. It’s a vacuum cleaner, but we all say the brand name Hoover.
Besides F***ing when God uses it is spelt with an e. It has a different meaning to the way I use it when it is spelt with a u. You can draw your own comparison to EU. Which is abbreviation for Europa, a Roman Goddess. If nothing else the Brits are called out of Idolatry. Jersey was never part of the EU. I have a Jersey Passport. I am also disqualified as a British Citizen, as I have lived abroad for over 15 years. As with all things, Legal Status is of paramount importance to God.
Well that’s the mental crap out of the way then. Perhaps you can understand the expression Jesus used when He Said ‘Get the behind me Satan’.
Well the black cloud sort of evaporated during the last few moments while I lit the fire for the day. I had a funny image of that cat in Lewis Carroll, which faded away and just left a big smile.
——————-
I had made our porridge, and I asked my Husband if He wanted to listen to this piece on Satan, so He Said Yes. When I finished reading it, He Said,’When are you seeing your Psychiatrist again? I can’t understand why you want to write things like that down’. ... See what I mean!
Anyway He Said I can’t have his jumper to fix it until later because He is wearing it this morning. Now you see why I have to try and patch it up. He has got a new one like that in a different colour. He has got other very nice jumpers. But it’s this one He wants. It’s a bit like God and us. He is not going to give up on us. He has asked the Holy Spirit to keep repairing the fabric. Darning up the holes that get worn through, There is another big hole the sleeve again, and the fabric there is just too fragile to darn. It is going to have to be an obvious patch now. I will just make them look as though the new patches were part of the original design of the Jumper.
We bought a whole side of Alaskan wild Salmon for just under twenty quid last night at Waitrose. He told me to get on with making the gravadlax with it. I am going to slice it and vac pack it for the freezer. I may as well put that on my L’Autocuiseur blog. I priced up smoked wild Salmon, it can cost as much as £250 for a side of Scottish smoked wild Salmon. Nice one Waitrose. I will wash His trousers first.
Anyway He told me to get off this IPad and get a life, so perhaps I won’t mess around with it today. You will have to look up the recipe for gravadlax the same as me.
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