I DO NOT EXCEPT INVITES FROM FACELESS PROFILES.. NOTHING PERSONAL, I JUST LIKE TO KNOW WHO I'M COMMUNICATING WITH..IT'S LIKE WALKING INTO A BAR WITH A BAG OVER YOUR HEAD, YA DIG?



My identity is not: what I feel, my goals, what I see, my education, fear, approval of man, what I act or look like, am told by others or who my parents are. It isn't mere: gender, false accusation, socio-economic status, age, shame, stereotypes, guilt, cultural expectations, political
preference, or ethnicity. It isn't as shallow as the sins I've
committed. Reality is not what I feel.
It is based on the
resurrection life of Christ, salvation and life through grace, and the
indwelling of the Holy Spirit. I have been allured/adopted into
something much larger and more beautiful than my own humanity and must
rest in His trust and unconditional love.
He doesn't require that we "have it all together", He asks for (and supplies) our love and trust.
Terrify evil, claim your inheritance.
We are drowning in relentless grace, open your gills and swim.
-You have just heard the sermon I daily preach to myself-
Tune in next week for the same sermon;)
TODAY'S WEATHER IN GREENVILLE SC

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MORE RANDOM THOUGHTS
Together, Within a smudge of blue, I walk the footpath.
Together,
With only ourselves in a group,
We are content.
Together,
We talk about the important things
Of our lives.
Together,
We are somehow complete,
Needing no-one else.
Together,
We hear the voice behind us,
Interrupting our private world.
Together,
As if one person, we glance back,
Seeing the face that spoke.
Together,
We try to accommodate the person,
Losing the closeness we had.
Together,
The conversation we make
Is of mindless events.
Together no longer,
We become smatters of blue
That once made a beautiful smudge.
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