Flamborough

It has been raining all day. Tomorrow will be much better. I am making a chilli for our tea. Our friend Tony will also partake of this meal as he will staying over night with us and taking a clifftop stroll in the morning. The weather boffins claim there will be no rain tomorrow and who am I to dispute that?

I am typing this on my old laptop - the one with the malfunctioning "S" key. Consequently, this blogpost is about to come to a shuddering halt. I leave you with photos of Flamborough that I took this morning on my rainy visit to the village "Co-op" stores for a few extra provisions.




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Show

 When surrender 

Is actively practiced 

Freedom is not 

A passive pursuit

Taking the handcuffs 

Off God

Is when 

The fruits

Of the Spirit 

Are allowed 

To shine

In a broken body 

And sullen heart



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Spoiler alert

 Let me say this:  it’s past time. I’m coming up for air, finally. One commenter said yesterday after my post that I’m very blessed. I wasn’t very pleased with the post when I hit publish. Five little verses or however many spoke to so many. What I thought was lackluster turned into one of the most loved by so many. It taught me a lesson. God turns our lemons into lemonade when we least expect it. It taught me that eloquence and big words are not what He’s after. He wants my heart. The broken vessel. The authentic self. He makes a poor soul very rich. I’m not talking about my bank account. Yesterday, I felt very useful to society even if that’s not to be my aim.  I’m very blessed in that God finds me still to a precious commodity worthy of being used for His glory. It’s the biggest honor. A few weeks ago I hit bottom. It wasn’t comfortable. He had to get my attention. He has it now. Being brought to your knees will do it every time. I realize my stubborn self will be brought to my knees as many times as He sees fit. When I am it is so I can look up. It is to remind me who is in charge. Spoiler alert:  It’s not me



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