Deep Calls

This is how Gad starts the end of the story of David: These are the last words of David: 2 Sam 23:1-8 "The oracle of David son of Jesse, the oracle of the man exalted by the Most High, the man anointed by the God of Jacob, Israel's singer of songs:  "The Spirit of the LORD spoke through me; his word was on my tongue. The God of Israel spoke, the Rock of Israel said to me: 'When one rules over men in righteousness, when he rules in the fear of God, he is like the light of morning at sunrise on a cloudless morning, like the brightness after rain that brings the grass from the earth.' "Is not my house right with God? Has he not made with me an everlasting covenant, arranged and secured in every part? Will he not bring to fruition my salvation and grant me my every desire? But evil men are all to be cast aside like thorns, which are not gathered with the hand. Whoever touches thorns uses a tool of iron or the shaft of a spear; they are burned up where the

This is how Gad starts the end of the story of David: 2 Sam 23:1-8 These are the last words of David: "The oracle of David son of Jesse, the oracle of the man exalted by the Most High, the man anointed by the God of Jacob, Israel's singer of songs:  "The Spirit of the LORD spoke through me; his word was on my tongue. The God of Israel spoke, the Rock of Israel said to me: 'When one rules over men in righteousness, when he rules in the fear of God, he is like the light of morning at sunrise on a cloudless morning, like the brightness after rain that brings the grass from the earth.' "Is not my house right with God? Has he not made with me an everlasting covenant, arranged and secured in every part? Will he not bring to fruition my salvation and grant me my every desire? But evil men are all to be cast aside like thorns, which are not gathered with the hand. Whoever touches thorns uses a tool of iron or the shaft of a spear; they are burned up where they

I am going to be reposting some old blogs. (Who is reading this? I wonder... ah, well, who ever you are, I am not even sure why I am telling you this. It just feels more honest to admit this.) I have been in a dry spell ~ the place inside that can hear creative words, that place has been silent for a long, long time. Going into that place inside me, it is echo-y, vacant. But I would like to try again. So, the best way I can think to do that is to re-read, and re-post some old blogs that catch my eye and heart. I am hoping for a spark that will help me fill that place inside again, with  ~  who knows what.