Time, time to learn
I begged Him to teach me something that I could apply so that I won't waste my time reading without gaining something. Then He gave me a question through the passages: what is it that I have given that has cost me to give?
Nothing really. I haven't really given Him much lately that has really cost me, especially my time. I am especially stingy with my time because I had so little. After work, those few hours had to be divided to the many things that I enjoy doing. I had forgotten that it was Him who has given me all that I have that I enjoy doing the many things I am doing.
I can't answer that. I gave him the leftovers. Time that doesn't cost me.
I gave little time to talking to people and caring for them, not even a phone call to them or a nice message. Sign....
What messages did I send out just now?
Me: You do coaching?
He: No, I play. Why do you ask?
Me: Looking for cheap coaching?
He: Can give you some names?
Me: Where do you play?
He: Condo and club with my friends.
Me: If I join you, would your friends kill you?
He: Are you looking for a coach or hitters?
Me: I am looking for the cheapest way to improve my game.
He: Oh I see. I can ask them if you can join. You play matches.
Me: No. I don't I should. I know how serious you are about tennis. I probably would spoil your game.
He: yes, we only play matches. I can hook you up with my colleagues who have just started.
Me: That is alright.
He: Sorry, not of much help.
Me: No worries
What would I do if someone send me a message:
XX: You coach?
Me: Coach? You mad izzit?
XX: I am looking to improve my game. You know anyone.
Me: No.
End of messages.
That is me, probably. I should learn from He. I should ask and probe and see how I can help. Sigh...isn't he in a lull period and I am in some post-baptism vibrant spiritual life? Sigh....
P.J. OLSSON
Ready For A Fall
You sit there in my shadows
And you call it your relief
Don't be the one with bad eyes for
The things that I could see
Don't give me that
The darkness has no armor
Need protection from the air
High hopes through time passing
When I see I want you there
I can't believe
You're the one for me
If it was this easy to find you
I should be ready for a fall
I should be ready for a fall
Now my wonders rally
Around the person I once was
Like a bird that I've been helping
Hope you're healed and strong
You never know when you might have to fly
Where will you go after me
Where will you go after I set you free
And I don't know you from a page in my book
Though I should
Though I should
I can't believe
You're the one for me
If it was this easy to find you
I should be ready for a fall
I should be ready for a fall
Where will you go after me
Where will you go after I set you free
And I don't know you from a page in my book
Though I should
Nothing really. I haven't really given Him much lately that has really cost me, especially my time. I am especially stingy with my time because I had so little. After work, those few hours had to be divided to the many things that I enjoy doing. I had forgotten that it was Him who has given me all that I have that I enjoy doing the many things I am doing.
I can't answer that. I gave him the leftovers. Time that doesn't cost me.
I gave little time to talking to people and caring for them, not even a phone call to them or a nice message. Sign....
What messages did I send out just now?
Me: You do coaching?
He: No, I play. Why do you ask?
Me: Looking for cheap coaching?
He: Can give you some names?
Me: Where do you play?
He: Condo and club with my friends.
Me: If I join you, would your friends kill you?
He: Are you looking for a coach or hitters?
Me: I am looking for the cheapest way to improve my game.
He: Oh I see. I can ask them if you can join. You play matches.
Me: No. I don't I should. I know how serious you are about tennis. I probably would spoil your game.
He: yes, we only play matches. I can hook you up with my colleagues who have just started.
Me: That is alright.
He: Sorry, not of much help.
Me: No worries
What would I do if someone send me a message:
XX: You coach?
Me: Coach? You mad izzit?
XX: I am looking to improve my game. You know anyone.
Me: No.
End of messages.
That is me, probably. I should learn from He. I should ask and probe and see how I can help. Sigh...isn't he in a lull period and I am in some post-baptism vibrant spiritual life? Sigh....
P.J. OLSSON
Ready For A Fall
You sit there in my shadows
And you call it your relief
Don't be the one with bad eyes for
The things that I could see
Don't give me that
The darkness has no armor
Need protection from the air
High hopes through time passing
When I see I want you there
I can't believe
You're the one for me
If it was this easy to find you
I should be ready for a fall
I should be ready for a fall
Now my wonders rally
Around the person I once was
Like a bird that I've been helping
Hope you're healed and strong
You never know when you might have to fly
Where will you go after me
Where will you go after I set you free
And I don't know you from a page in my book
Though I should
Though I should
I can't believe
You're the one for me
If it was this easy to find you
I should be ready for a fall
I should be ready for a fall
Where will you go after me
Where will you go after I set you free
And I don't know you from a page in my book
Though I should
2 Comments:
this song gave me heartache. i hope you aren't feeling the same.
no, not feeling the same. just wondering what PJ means.
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