This morning, I called my mother and left a message on her phone. She is out of town. And as I hung up, my phone was miraculously connected to an interactive song list. I watched it load as I’ve done before. It is all glory to God.
I got off Instagram last night. It has been too much, and I allude to that in this article I wrote this morning. My only public life left is Twitter (@PrayingForIAM) and several blogs. I am now using Periscope on Twitter and did my first video today. It is funny because I didn’t know how to flip the camera. Hopefully by next time I will be able to flip the camera to read another two Psalms, testify honestly, and tell the world on Twitter how much I love Jesus; love God Father; love Holy Spirit.
I just pierced my own heart. Why, you ask? Because there is no way to type them all in a linear, unified way as I AM to where there is no first and last except Alpha Omega. There is no creation except I AM. There is no life except I AM. There is no way to type that. So I cry inside. Expression is meaningless until it is HIM to me. But that isn’t right, is it? No, and in the next moment I will tell you how much I love you oh Angel and Human.
Anyway, in the Periscope I didn’t finish one thought. The gentle Indian man of GOD who taught at Restore Austin last Sunday, 9/10/2017, made a point. He said, “What happens in Austin stays in Austin” and I had to agree until I admit this stuff on Periscope, Twitter, and several bogs all glory to GOD and in Jesus Name, amen.
This was the first Psalm I have written out. The second Psalm was in the list as well, but I decided to copy and paste it here. There must be balance. No human in my testimony ever thought that. I now know what we never were taught: to be human is to be flawed. Whether or not there is a curse working in the world, humans will be humans and put it off on other people unless love is their first named God! And that is that. We need to as Christians get used to forevermore working out our own salvation with fear and trembling just a wee bit more honestly than I’ve watched us do in America for a stupid 51 year life that admits on Periscope that I don’t care how I couldn’t turn the camera around. I don’t care. Failure is a way of life to me and my fam don’t like me but they put up with me. Yay GOD. There’s love somewhere in that pile of honesty. (laughing)
To the Chief Musician; on wind instruments. A Psalm of David.
1 Listen to my words, O Lord, give heed to my sighing and groaning.
2 Hear the sound of my cry, my King and my God, for to You do I pray.
3 In the morning You hear my voice, O Lord; in the morning I prepare [a prayer, a sacrifice] for You and watch andwait [for You to speak to my heart].
4 For You are not a God Who takes pleasure in wickedness; neither will the evil [man] so much as dwell [temporarily] with You.
5 Boasters can have no standing in Your sight; You abhor all evildoers.
6 You will destroy those who speak lies; the Lord abhors [and rejects] the bloodthirsty and deceitful man.
7 But as for me, I will enter Your house through the abundance of Your steadfast love and mercy; I will worship toward and at Your holy temple in reverent fear and awe of You.
8 Lead me, O Lord, in Your righteousness because of my enemies; make Your way level (straight and right) before my face.
9 For there is nothing trustworthy or steadfast or truthful in their talk; their heart is destruction [or a destructive chasm, a yawning gulf]; their throat is an open sepulcher; they flatter and make smooth with their tongue.
10 Hold them guilty, O God; let them fall by their own designs and counsels; cast them out because of the multitude of their transgressions, for they have rebelled against You.
11 But let all those who take refuge and put their trust in You rejoice; let them ever sing and shout for joy, because You make a covering over them and defend them; let those also who love Your name be joyful in You and be in high spirits.
12 For You, Lord, will bless the [uncompromisingly] righteous [him who is upright and in right standing with You]; as with a shield You will surround him with goodwill (pleasure and favor).
The feature image is Pogo finding a broken chair Throne among our junk pile. We seem to always have a junk pile except for about one day after the last one was taken. And Pogo is the sweetest cat the world over. Mary Hannah is why. She owns him and loves us all just like Pogo. Kitty Meow comes to say hi. It’s a balm of healing for me. Thank You Jesus.
Now you get the real me whom nobody cares for in Austin, Texas: the song playing on this interactive list as I finish this article at 10:13 PM Central in Austin, Texas, on my Chromebook is The Kids Aren’t Alright by Fall Out Boy. Let me tell you something: you should have known that across the last nine years American Ministerial and Congregational Christianity who messed up my life. And while I forgive it and so does Jesus, that doesn’t mean the kids are all right because they aren’t. Get to freakin’ back to work in Jesus Name, amen.