Bill “Papa” Lee Posted January 16, 2019 Posted January 16, 2019 I used to have confidence in my ability to communicate, verbally to be sure, in print maybe not so much. Too often my typing abilities are either in lead or lag, of my mind, concerning what I wish to say. As a result in many different social forums, I find myself being misunderstood, or misrepresented. So, it is time to find out where and how that process came to be. Time to look inward, and see where I may improve, and to see if it is possible, to do better, or too redeem oneself. Maybe it is a possibility to do so, maybe not? Regardless of where this journey takes me, it has been both fun and frustrating. But life, "my life" is to short now, to unintentionally undo all that I sought out, to do. So for a while at least, I need to look into the scriptures and my soul, before I lose my soul. Love too all... Papa
Meerkat Posted January 16, 2019 Posted January 16, 2019 5 hours ago, Bill "Papa" Lee said: I used to have confidence in my ability to communicate, verbally to be sure, in print maybe not so much. Too often my typing abilities are either in lead or lag, of my mind, concerning what I wish to say. As a result in many different social forums, I find myself being misunderstood, or misrepresented. So, it is time to find out where and how that process came to be. Time to look inward, and see where I may improve, and to see if it is possible, to do better, or too redeem oneself. Maybe it is a possibility to do so, maybe not? Regardless of where this journey takes me, it has been both fun and frustrating. But life, "my life" is to short now, to unintentionally undo all that I sought out, to do. So for a while at least, I need to look into the scriptures and my soul, before I lose my soul. Love too all... Papa That is a beautiful thought, Papa Lee. You have had much influence here. I have felt the sweet Spirit of the Holy Ghost many times in your words, including these. Your words remind me of a poem I am sure you are familiar with. It is titled: A Sonnet on His Blindness When I consider how my light is spent Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodg'd with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest he returning chide, "Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?" I fondly ask. But Patience, to prevent That murmur, soon replies: "God doth not need Either man's work or his own gifts: who best Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best. His state Is kingly; thousands at his bidding speed And post o'er land and ocean without rest: They also serve who only stand and wait." John Milton 1
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