A fragmented diary of one soul's dialogue with the Other. Who am I talking to? God, myself, or some other entity? You decide.
They make it sound so easy.
Labels: dedication, growth, surrender
posted by Dancing Bare @ 1:19 PM
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A relative newcomer to Canadian cowboy country. Arrived in Caroline Alberta from Ontario in June 2016, relocated to Spruce Grove in July 2019 to have better access to public transit and medical care. Currently in a senior high-rise in Edmonton since September 2021. Unhappy with city life. Officially retired and trying to figure out what that entails. There has to be more to life than downsizing, knitting, and watching videos. Writing again after a hiatus of ten years. I would love to become the Grandma Moses of literary fiction. Then people would feel obligated to listen to what I have to say instead of offering me soothing medication and telling me to take a nap. Published in small press publications no one has heard of, most of which no longer exist. Winner of the Northern Ontario Poetry Contest in 2002. If I had absolute power, I would abolish private motor vehicles and initiate a Revolution of Values that would give people more to live for than power, property and prestige. Blogs are my playground, so don't expect reliability or consistency.
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Yes the cost must be counted. BEFORE Jesus comes in we must count the cost. Otherwise the last state will be worse than the first, if that were possible but it is. At first the cost may seem small and the gain eternally huge. Then later the cost seems enormously, almost eternally huge and the gain a pittance. But if we pray and pay attention and open our eyes and ears, we then see it a wee bit closer like He sees it. The cost is real but finite. The gain is real but infinite because after all it is He who is our gain. That says it all.
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