That which flows by itself, and also, is breath. God doesn’t look into the brain/mind, but rather, the heart. Another might add, or argue, that all comes from the beating organ. nostr:note1cjfszkr68h8tjwrhktxcpg4ce7575qtmpwtqmr9w7lxvrhjqlpwqmnaqha

Any effort at controlling a thought, is as futile as mankind.

Height, and weight continuing unceasingly, is a great precursor to becoming a giant.

Alcohol (hard liquor/of any sort), does not agree with me, and that is a good thing.

The wages of sin are death. Which, is the crown of life!

The uncharted path of God, resides behind the skull of the believer, that though life may pull, push, and come at them from all angles, faith is a an evenings ray of sunset, in the frozen wasteland of winter. There, a solitary beauty, cracks the earth, with no leaves, only a delicate flower on a stem; and hope is announced. How great is the Lord?

How precious to me are your thoughts, O God! How vast is the sum of them!

The crows can vocalize a sweet chorus to their Creator on Sunday morning. Such advanced ways. Who am I, but a man?

What do I owe the Lord for such favor in my life? When my mind can be a playground, the soul is still, through the tempest. Though the adversary places traps in the way, each is laid waste, with renewed energy, and promises for His loved ones.

Lord, to fall from your grace, is the folly of man, yet ALL THESE THINGS YOU CREATED! To God be the glory.

Not just the camera, or the knowledge of being observed. nostr:note1r04e7hrw58kwz2djfmu3v9a90qhwhlvud4lqs5hjdn09g452ltnshy9476

It would be nice to fit in, and play a role in every moment. Student, worker, father, friend… It’s always observing, and can’t tell if this is how it always was. nostr:note1dfraj8fsqcyrfxepdw6ndsjujpsmfa2hrk73vplczvvkp5s7nm9q5yw4cj

There’s no way to live like before… always an awareness of each scene in life.

Sometimes I wonder which is better… some totally give up control, and let their stomachs grow. Others, maintain a skinny physique, but are prone to anxieties. Of course I prefer the athletic figure, than a big tummy, especially when a cute face has obese qualities around the gut; fat/waste matter.

3/1.

The baby can’t resist playing with the creature from party land, full of helium.

Destiny, is not a destination.

There’s no permanence, because there’s no stops, just traveling.

Reel love. #fish