Hey Everyone, This is going to be a long 40 days, but I shall prevail. Today I would like to share with you the other reason for my fast… My mind… my mind is so cluttered, well… no not really cluttered... it's just taken up residency in LaLa Land. I’m such a big daydreamer and it’s because of that I prefer to be by myself 90% of the time. As a child I was very quiet and shy, pretty reserved; I wish I could say I was thinking on really deep theological or psychological things or brainstorming, problem solving, being a creative thinker, but I wasn’t… if I had I probably could of came up with a few inventions of my own. (PAUSE)
NOW IT’S… DAY 5
So sorry about that, this sinus cold was really getting to me yesterday, it’s still a little irritating but I’m going to work through it. Back to the journey, what I’ve come to realize is, maybe my daydreaming is a form of gift or blessing because we all have some kind of talent.
It was in December of 2013 that I decided to use daydreaming to my advantage and write a book of my own. I bet that most authors are daydreamers with a vast vivid imagination. Well, my book is not complete as of yet; it’s still a work in progress. My own intimidation is what brought my book to a halt, I lost focus, now its time to re-focus and press my way through, there are two more books locked up in this brain of mine and I want to get it on paper. It’s not my goal to be a bestselling author, although I would not mind it coming to pass, my only desire is for it to be a good read; blessed by God and for His glory.
Ecclesiastes 1 Living Bible (TLB) “LIFE IS MEANINGLESS”
1 The author: Solomon[a] of Jerusalem, King David’s son, “The Preacher.” 2 In my opinion, nothing is worthwhile; everything is futile. 3-7 For what does a man get for all his hard work? Generations come and go, but it makes no difference.[b] The sun rises and sets and hurries around to rise again. The wind blows south and north, here and there, twisting back and forth, getting nowhere.* The rivers run into the sea, but the sea is never full, and the water returns again to the rivers and flows again to the sea . . . 8-11 everything is unutterably weary and tiresome. No matter how much we see, we are never satisfied; no matter how much we hear, we are not content. History merely repeats itself. Nothing is truly new; it has all been done or said before. What can you point to that is new? How do you know it didn’t exist long ages ago? We don’t remember what happened in those former times, and in the future generations no one will remember what we have done back here. 12-15 I, the Preacher, was king of Israel, living in Jerusalem. And I applied myself to search for understanding about everything in the universe. I discovered that the lot of man, which God has dealt to him, is not a happy one. It is all foolishness, chasing the wind. What is wrong cannot be righted; it is water over the dam; and there is no use thinking of what might have been. 16-18 I said to myself, “Look, I am better educated than any of the kings before me in Jerusalem. I have greater wisdom and knowledge.” So I worked hard to be wise instead of foolish[c]—but now I realize that even this was like chasing the wind. For the more my wisdom, the more my grief; to increase knowledge only increases distress.
Solomon pretty much summed it up. That's all for now, still not at my best; but thank God I'm not at my worst. Until next time...
Love & Blessings xo