We are here with enjoyment yet the smallest thing will find a place in our existence and bury itself. Sometimes this thing will bury itself so deep that it needs space to grow, so it will find more space to grow. It's like roots from an Oak tree. It takes a group of men with machines to tear it out of the ground. This small thing has planted itself in our space, our body, my body, starts to spread throughout. It finally has nowhere else to go so it starts to show through the eyes. Once it shows through your eyes, the whole can see it. The great thing about God is he will send people with machines to do their job. Only they are unseen. That's how I want to be worked on is by the unseen. Not in a hospital or getting injected with anything or alcohol or gossip, anger, lies, any of these things which bury themselves deep and go to "work" and clearly increases what can be seen. Faith, perseverance, not being embarrassed by the word. No reason to pardon his name.
I will be diligent in prayer.
the word
machines
blessed
