I scribed this for an on-line competition to win a book.  I got a little creative, but alas, and seemingly, no joy.

However, for your reading pleasure, assuming there is the desire within, here it is for you.  I have added a couple of extra words, but it is, as was.  One really needs to hear this to get the flow, and just so you know, the book was titled “Crush It“, hence the final paragraph!

Lying list-fully, I recline on my bed, staring at the cropping-out, coming-forth, from my chest, laptop askew, up close, ready, be-prepared. I blog away much of my time, seeking to type, mortally inept words, seeming-to-define. Searching for the appropriate whisperings about Someone so Divine.

Divinity is plumbing the depths within, this God has shadowed me in, as I linger with the ghosts of Joseph and Job. I behold His Calvary, where the reality of His humanity was exposed-to-see, and the gloried will of His Father-God remained His goal. While my illness is ever near, His evidenced-grace gives me the fuel to bear. Encapsulated by atoning redemption that is free, yet, is costly as such grace can ever be, it is such love that calls my name, with no other insistence ever sounding quite the same, this matchless love has set me free, and set my compass on toward eternity.

Because of Christ’s death, He has justified, his death-to-life foreshadowing mine, setting in motion my eternal destiny, face-to-face communication, it will be, the returning of His Eden, where our longing-be-fulfilling, and we will ever be there-to-see.

Forthwith my eyes descend, back to that screen atop my frame, as I out-type some words from within, I seek to glorify and make much of Him.  His beginning plan has included such things, ages-back, before time began, my frame was not hidden, this illness is not a mis-given, as I live out His life and His will. Because such is indeed my present lot, I will make the most of my days-to-be, in the service of His Bidding, for the Fame of his Name, redeeming the most of making this time, callin out to all to-testify, as long as I live-to-living, alive.

If my blogs could offer up some words, which could be heard resonating around the four-corners of this Earth, then such a God-centred rush, could indeed be induced and encouraged by this “Crush” and “It” could provide the warp, the woof, and the verve. As I seek to live out this life, by His Grace, in His Strength, for Days at Worlds End, Land of Kiwi, Flightless Bird, Long White Cloud, Satisfied, Justified, Being-Sanctified, and in Time, God-to Enact, to-Be, God-Glorified!

Mmmm, quite enjoy the creative side of things!

Who would have guessed that, after reading this, or maybe even, and more so, another blog!

For the Fame of His Name

Man of Spin