Where Does the Christian Feast Start? Huh Stake...
Her nicely chilled bottle of wine didn’t last long, so Matt opened some red. The wine had certainly livened him up, but he wasn’t any happier, Hope thought as she took casserole off the range and covered it with tinfoil. He wasn’t more animated than he’d been earlier but still as tense as tight coiled spring, long fingers drumming the arm of the couch…
What She Wants
Drumming our fingers what to do living in our one room apartment and yet some casserole for dinner and some egg for tomorrow or corn flakes. And this would be a life for how long. Surely the cutsie face looks nice and cutsie cut but how long for this entertainment…
And we don’t like the face-shift. I don’t like the glomotora uglies and where do we get what we want?
And where and how do we break even with our satisfaction. And our education hasn’t help us none says the song. And what is the educating that bring the stake on and the good stuff and the good strut?
Passage Habakkuk 3:4-7:
4And his brightness was as the light; he had horns coming out of his hand: and there was the hiding of his power.
5Before him went the pestilence, and burning coals went forth at his feet.
6He stood, and measured the earth: he beheld, and drove asunder the nations; and the everlasting mountains were scattered, the perpetual hills did bow: his ways are everlasting.
7I saw the tents of Cushan in affliction: and the curtains of the land of Midian did tremble.