Jun 18, 2022

Driving in my car , talking to God.

 

Driving home in my car from visit, 

talking to God. Mumbling thoughts, concerns out loud.

IF you or l reach a point where say, you believe already know everything, then nothing more you can learn or be taught.
IF we stop looking for answers, feel like no longer learning.
IF that odd stuff like curiosity dries, the lyrics in song, message in that film, the relationships you have formed.
If they no longer nourish you!
IF reach such a place..then the issue is You.
faith, relationship. uncomfortable stuff, fun of the singers words, laughter at old TOTP` performance, weirdness of TV movie if they just footprints in a sandy beach no longer imprints on  your thoughts, wrestling, concerns.
Its you that no longer developing nor growing.
None of us should arrive at this place.
IF you do..leave that place. FAST.

“The only true wisdom is in knowing that you know nothing.”

SOCRATES

l truthfully (level 5 truth) open, honest stuff, we sometimes share truth.

well been struggling not with believing, something about God being alongside others that concerned about, thoughts keep returning too. enabling them to find support..

"Where l cannot go often ask God by his spirit to be there bringing comfort,guidance,help."

Often I remember all that rambling stuff, sort of conversation hold with God in my Tabernacle style car. Can be listening to great track of music or Radio 4 news..then switch off and pray, ramble.. 

Indeed even a sports topic, calls me to switch off Pray for those all those journeys criss crossing across the country.

Journey a lot, plan playlist, check the practical tires, fuel, oil, snack ,drink.

IF get chance ramble, Pray, express. Wrestle my concerns thoughts aloud even.

When we lose this way of wrestling, l lose my connection with God and his purpose for me and those l care about. 



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