Tennis talker

Early in the morning it is a waking hour of constant drives, gas getting, and clocking in and out.  There isn't anything to talk about except the quiet mornings and the same clean uniform layed out and pressed on the bed.  The shoes neatly kept at the front door, and the run down of tooth brushes near the empty tubes of toothpaste.

Get active is in every encouraging letter or article it seems.  Watch for the dream, and get active carefully constructed in any writing for inspiring others.  Slowly the listening comes, and the poor choices, and the thirst and hunger tangles emotions like strings clinging to yesterdays sticky memories and last weeks memories stench.Sweet cookies, and lots of raw onions help the nothingness of the inevitable price of the ticket bought.

Some pony-tailed young adult with smudged glasses has tennis practice and it is a reminder of a young skate boarder along the city bridges.  Tennis a sport moms dream for her oldest daughter practiced as a kid, along with piano.  Small talks...

Story on Fasting: the lost Art

The lost art of fasting is a practice of mine that
I've found to be very rewarding.  There was a lot of planning that fell over the way domin oes do .  The ability to write about it shoots my nreves into high gear.  The body using up foods for energy are not there during a fast.  The book I read shows motives that cannot be understood.  Yet the values and beliefs of the focused motive for example to build a closer relationship with Christ are magnified during a fast.

AS I made this my goal to fast I could hear my struggles to eat, to go back to the desires that stand in the way.  There is a imperfect world out there.  Through the three to sometimes five days of my fast I can see the calm and joy of what the book on fasting was seriuos about which was being able to hear the small voice of God with clarity.  It came in and went as I grew more excited and my focus become as a microscope to my life and the world I live in while then reaching a view from a telelscope or a whole picture.

There are many things important that I became aware of around me at work, at home, and in a social gathering while fasting.  This lost art some say is still in use today in many countries.  Fasting for me in the US has been a difficult thing to schedule since while on one you must be meditating or praying mostly or totally for the cause or the pleasure and treaure that you succumb to most with become enhanced such as whether it be for a better relationship, more money, a better job, or other things of the world that choke out the purpose of your particular reason to fast.

According the this bbok I have been following since DEcember 2013 each year I have made it for a closer restoring returning relationship with Christ Lord.  This has brought me small results of Bible study fellowships, Christian Rock, confidence in these things that I ordinarily would not take part in coming from a lover of classic rock, and ball game fellowships mostly so to speak.  The awareness from the lost art of fasting I gained was a calm and joyful one as God promised in His Word.

Fasting is a requirement to be taken seriously and I have seen it first hand.  When you are lazy or quitting a fast or in a gray area with it while in it you will find challenges such as sleep deprivation, and or concerns in areas that you may not be ready for example I wasn't ready to fast for God rather I was more focused at times to fast to lose wieght and or get a better job which had me spinning my wheels or chasing the little carrot at the end of the stick so to speak.

So in circles I went for months calmly and joyously yet no change in my life sparked.  As Iwanted to be ready I learned that clearly I wasn't while seeing the hill at the beginning of change being more of a mountain. Yet I stayed my course with much grief picking at my pleasures of being with my partner when clearly the times were not right.  So after mentioning a few examples of my fasting experience, I can end my blog by mentioning that in the book I succumb to for this lost art as it mentions, the way to understanding a fast is to know it works.  How is works is by not being a burden to others, and including others in your prayers.

The book is called Prayers I found in in my parents book shelf the author is Dr. Miles Monroe.

Hallowed be Thy Name

How sweet the sound, as the time of grace is embraced.
Copper town in winter glistened white with snow. 1976, Fran peered into the heart of a savior, a king.  There was a silent auction with treasures from the deep seas. Shells, jewels, and pearls white as snow shining souls.

Fran could stand for any price but these treasures peculiar in their own way were paid for by a person of great faith. Treasures so astounding to touch them alone were to love them!

"Who? And where? What to do?" Fran gathered.

"They were found paid for at the cross on Calvary. Deep in the depths of mans heart these treasures are still waiting to be found by a man from Galilee." Inquired Josh.

" Hallowed be Thy Name." Ruth murmured.

Attitude

Is everything.

 You have to be able to do humble.
No matter what a prideful attitude towards people and God is death.
The scriptures discuss this in all the kings and queens. (You).

Pride before the fall. Read about Belshazzar who was slain after Daniel interpretation of the writing on the wall. King David had an affair with a married woman.  Queen Vashti disobeyed her king and was vanished from Persia. Eve ate from the tree of life disobeying God in the garden of Eden.

Wherefore let him that thinketh he standeth take heed lest he fall. 1 cor10:12 proverbs 24,25 wisdom speaks.  Then go to Job.

rebellious days

F you
F me
Soda pop
Oh its free?
Not productive.
And bingo was his name.

Smelly socks
Salty fries
Sweaty sheets
Wine for nine

Clouds
Frowns
Towns
Lows

stocking

Big boxes taped down with straws, napkins, cups, etc. Baffled me from week to week. Sliding them boxes full of throw away taken for granted stuff showed me the wasteful litter of wrappers flittering in the wind along highways.

All that fast food litter millions of dollars go to the plastic fork! We beg desperate lay for extra napkins or ketchup packets to sooth the pains of life.

gardenview

An underground nook where I tuned into You.
A tunnel of love where rainwater flooded and winters froze us through.
 Garden view o garden view a humbling pad I once knew gone are the plans we once knew of memories of hot baths and wine glasses askew.

Your rooms aroma of lavender vanilla and secret compartments were wicked and askew.

Garden view o garden view
You're flower beds were leveled with my head calling windowsills it was not rain water floods that I dreaded. It was the cold winter nights that kept me in flight to wander the gym along the city streets of the dark laughing night.