The favor, and bad fishing advice

Obedience, I cannot get my mind wrapped completely around what that would look like if put into practice....I mean radically put into practice (like you just had the biggest haul of fish and the most profitable day of your life, but I'm going to call you to follow Me, and none of what you've gained is going to matter to you anymore and eventually I will be the cause of your death, radical). Let's not forget that whole scenario began with a favor to a prophet, and some fishing advice. What if God called me to give up not just everything I had, but everything I thought I was, all that defined me, to take care of orphans....would I do it? Of course I would! (he says sitting in his warm house, typing on a computer, dressed in clothes he picked out, sitting in furniture he bought with the money earned from a job he uses as a supplemental identity)....But would I really?...Would you?

Smell that?.....change is in the air.

-- Love
*Patso*

Failure and the dream

I've been dreaming of failure a good deal of late, not necessarily a fear there of, but more a calming resolve that it is an option, which is scary. The dreams are a constant barrage of instances wherein I fail at sobriety, fidelity, and dependability, and then am left with the consequences. It goes without saying that this makes for depressing mornings. Add to it the fact that these are easy snares to trip into all, or walk deliberately, and an adversary who would love to point and laugh at the after-math of any said destruction, and you've a great recipe for hitting your knees every morning...struggle can be an isometric device for specific strength training, remember this next time you stand and shake your fist at the Almight...I know I'll try.