Loving God

I understand God , the creator. I am not alone and there is some other who made this reality I participate in.  This is God the Father or God the Mother.  Before me.  I am in the present but there is a past I intuit or imagine. Just for today. One day at a time.  The present. 

My memories might have been programmed.  The joy of science fiction is that a multitude of possibilities are considered.  There is the Tabula Rosa or it could be i am programmed.  It could be that I programmed the whole and programmed that I didn’t know the whole

There is fate and destiny.  There is free will.

The Creator could have made this program and left. That could be the challenge of Father to learn the program.  We are preparing for death.  Denial of death was the Ernst Becker classic. 

Then there is the notion of heaven and hell.  After death and a good life or a life poorly lived .  

I imagine heaven is the participation award.

Would a loving God be all forgiving. The more grateful I am the more rewarded I am. The more I dance with joy in the present the more reward I know in the future and it death.  My father and mother grew weary of the limitations of their body and of being apart.  I death the souls united.

Now I want for little really..  I pray for my daily bread and have ‘enough’.  My father worried about money and my brother managed his affairs and was also concerned for money and acquisition. I kind of work at it steady and yet I’ve developed fears that are unwarranted.  I catastrophise and think of all manner of Steven King outcomes where I know the best is yet to come.  

I have this back pain which is the excuse I use to limit the exercise I do yet exercise is the cure for the back pain.  

A loving God will forgive my sloth and gluttony but the consequences is pain.  I’m carrying more weight each day than I need and I’m snacking more in the evening than I ‘should’.  

Love is creative.  I watered the plant this morning.  I’ve food out for Madigan. I gave him a pet .  

I prayed.  I have conversations with God. I don’t ignore him/her.  I would know you more.  Conversations and silence.  Practicing the prescience of God.  

Thank you Jesus.  Jesus Christ means God within and God will come again.  I play peek a boo with God.  I’m lost and I am found.  The treasure hunt of faith.  Israel means we who wrestle with God.  Zen and the art of archery.  

It seems dark today .  730 and the sun is up but its light isn’t bright.  Clouds. Perhaps rain.  

I looked at the forecast.  60% rain. Cloudy. 7 degree. Wind 30 gusting to 50.   I rarely look at the weather now I’m on land but it was a major deal when I was sailing.  I’ve set my ham frequency to a club net. Perhaps I’ll hear someone. I’m not sure about setting the offset and will have to learn about repeaters and communications.  I’m trying to remember my call sign It will come back to me or I’ll have it written down somewhere. It was written on the wall of my sailboat.

I have work today and many calls to make.  I appreciated Laura over on he weekend and giving my time to her and rest.  The chiropractor visit was good.  The neighbors were talking pastry and I was thinking I’d like to make banana bread again.  I’m concerned about grain and flour attracting mice but have the plastic containers now. I’m barbecuing and have venison for tonight. I must make the rabbit stew this weekend to.  But first I have to barbecue the pork chops. I took them out for us last night but they hadn’t seaweed so I ordered pizza.  I’ll have the left over for lunch and barbecue the pork chops for supper

The coffee is good.  

I’ve put out the chops and put on the coffee for another cup. There is more light out.  Madigan is sleeping on the couch

It’s not raining so I’ll walk him. It’s always good when he’s had his daily poop or two

Thank you God for this day.