It is simple. Men lose their birthrights for a mess of pottage only if they stop using the gifts given them by God for their betterment. By prayer. That is the first and greatest gift. use the gift of prayer. Ask for strength of mind, and a clear vision. Then sense. Use your sense. Not all of us are born for greatness, but all of us have sense. Make use of it. Think. Think long and well. By prayer and good thought you will conquer all enemies….Behold, the night is coming. Prepare, for the time is at hand.
Humans don’t make sense.
There is no indication that God explained to Joseph what He was doing through those many years of heartache or how the pieces would eventually fit together. He had no ways of knowing that he would eventually enjoy a triumphal reunion with his family. He was expected, as you and I are, to live out his life one day at a time in something less than complete understanding. What pleased God was Joseph’s faithfulness when nothing made sense.
If something cannot go on forever, it will stop.
The way we live this days. I have a sense that the wont be wrong anymore. Anything that is wrong will be seen as right. It will be accepted and justified why its done. As we come close to the future. People will do bad, brutal,hurtful,awful and shameful things , without doubt,hesitation or question.
Tafuta kitu cha kufanya katika maisha yako unachokiamini zaidi kuliko pesa, kutoa sauti kwa ajili ya watu wasioweza kusikika kwa mfano, na ukishakipata kuwa kiongozi na mkarimu kwa wengine. Kutoa sauti kwa ajili ya watu wasioweza kusikika inaweza kuwa ndiyo nafasi yako uliyopangiwa na Mungu uitumie kwa manufaa ya wengine, si kwa manufaa yako, nafasi za wengine zitatumika kwa manufaa yako. Kuna vitu vingi ambavyo mtu anaweza kufanya; chagua kimoja kinacholeta maana zaidi katika maisha yako na ukifanye hicho, kwa nguvu zako zote.
Sometimes it is easier to feel the veins wilted and empty than to sense the coldness of blood in fear
Well, I miss my wife, you know,” I said. “But I also miss the feeling of, I don’t know, comfort. The sense you’re where you’re supposed to be, with someone you’re supposed to be with.
Although personal calling I sense,
Who am I? even if I am,
I don’t know.
I never cared so much about making perfect sense. I wanted to make perfect nonsense. I wanted to tell jokes, but I didn’t give a fuck about the punchline.