Oh perfect day, oh perfect day!

Waiting for the perfect day to master the art of filtering worry from every cell in the brain so I can carry on with rebuilding the temple is like waiting fro manna to fall from the sky without the wrestling with God while en route to the promise land; it is like a baby waiting to be told “ you can begin to walk now- that baby would still be waiting.

Just like the digestive system knows which enzyme needs to breakdown the steak and which mineral each fruit and vegetable should deliver and how to convert sugars to glucose and how the brain knows exactly when it is running on less than ten percent of its fuel so as to help the heart distribute the energy supply to each molecule so too God knows how to enable the mind to filter out prayers and when the heart is to weary and the spirit energy is low then God knows exactly what to do; that, inadvertently, is the time when we summon God to come in…

…in the meantime

pray
pray with out ceasing

worry will eventually get the hint when it starts to wither

there really is no such thing as calling God’s name in vain

well to me, that is not what God means “calling his name in vain’

that right there would make God a cruel clone

Gotcha!