A poet ought not to pick nature’s pocket.
Let him borrow, and so borrow as to repay by the very act of borrowing.
Examine nature accurately, but write from recollection,
and trust more to the imagination than the memory.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Once I planned to write a book of poems entirely about the things in my pocket.
But I found it would be too long;
and the age of the great epics is past.
Gilbert K. Chesterton
(ode to a good ol pair of jeans / Julie Cook / 2018)
I’m currently out of pocket…
aka…not at home with no time to spend sharing the Good word…
or any word for that matter…
Things are “a changing” in our little world…for the good, I think.
But…
I have always read and truly believe that the closer one grows toward and attempts
to boldly speak the Truth of God’s word, Satan works overtime.
“Satan battles against us because we are God’s witnesses to the world.
When the apostle Paul described lostness,
he often framed it in terms of spiritual warfare.
Non-believers follow the prince of the air (Eph. 2:2).
They are blinded by the god of this world (2 Cor. 4:3–4),
bound in darkness (Col. 1:13, Acts 26:18), and caught in Satan’s snare (2 Tim. 2:25–26).
His goal is to keep us from proclaiming and living out the gospel that sets
people free.”
(International Mission Board)
So assaults are pouring on our heads…as we work toward some changes…
And so we are busy, tired and overwhelmed.
When Dad died, I inherited his messes.
Those messes are nipping at my heels.
When my husband’s father died, he also inherited his messes.
Those messes are continuing to bite our ankles.
Two steps forward and 5 steps back.
But more about all of this later on…when I’m back in the pocket.
Of which will be tomorrow afternoon.
I don’t know about how it is where you live, but fall and her glorious colors are
proving slow in coming…
They’re saying we had too wet a summer…hummm…
Yep, things are a changing….
He changes times and seasons;
he deposes kings and raises up others.
He gives wisdom to the wise
and knowledge to the discerning.
Daniel 2:21
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