Dead or alive, this is the best role anyone can live to perform to a t and enjoy it to a t too
This is what I can come closest to comparing the everlasting vineyard and vineyard worker whose business never files for bankruptcy; is always harvesting fruits in due season; and never ever have to anticipate going out of business. Not even death can defy that certainty
That too is my best idea of training grounds for schooling me on how to “fertilizing ‘daffodils’”. Dead or alive, I am always qualified. Considering that I came as dust and must at some time, ready or not, return to dust I would think God had a fabulous idea to facilitate the process for which I came already qualified to perform
The seasons- signs of the times-help the vineyard and vineyard worker to prosper and also to alert when to plow, plough, sow, graft, plant, transplant, root, uproot, pollinate and wait, wait patiently for Harvest day, amazed yet never surprised at what it can yield!
The how is always subject to remain to divine array
Consequently, which came first- do I die then, fertilize or; do I fertilize, then die- is totally irrelevant in the Kingdom, and rightly so!
Maybe that is what St. Paul was approving when he said that, and I paraphrase; if I die, Hallelujah and if I live, Hallelujah
It took me almost half of his lifetime to begin to want to personal this proclamation. A totally wholesome-character-honesty-truth and the mind was bent to not working with me in fulfilling my desire to personally find a way to make life reveal meaning in full living colours set in blinding array
Age, ageing, aging, growing old, dying, death are absolutely perfect states of the mind. The way this death thing is milking for all it can manage to try to yield, I tell you!
This is what I can come closest to comparing the everlasting vineyard and vineyard worker whose business never files for bankruptcy; is always harvesting fruits in due season; and never ever have to anticipate going out of business. Not even death can defy that certainty
That too is my best idea of training grounds for schooling me on how to “fertilizing ‘daffodils’”. Dead or alive, I am always qualified. Considering that I came as dust and must at some time, ready or not, return to dust I would think God had a fabulous idea to facilitate the process for which I came already qualified to perform
The seasons- signs of the times-help the vineyard and vineyard worker to prosper and also to alert when to plow, plough, sow, graft, plant, transplant, root, uproot, pollinate and wait, wait patiently for Harvest day, amazed yet never surprised at what it can yield!
The how is always subject to remain to divine array
Consequently, which came first- do I die then, fertilize or; do I fertilize, then die- is totally irrelevant in the Kingdom, and rightly so!
Maybe that is what St. Paul was approving when he said that, and I paraphrase; if I die, Hallelujah and if I live, Hallelujah
It took me almost half of his lifetime to begin to want to personal this proclamation. A totally wholesome-character-honesty-truth and the mind was bent to not working with me in fulfilling my desire to personally find a way to make life reveal meaning in full living colours set in blinding array
Age, ageing, aging, growing old, dying, death are absolutely perfect states of the mind. The way this death thing is milking for all it can manage to try to yield, I tell you!
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