Some warnings are for everyone. Isaiah 1:3, “The ox knows its owner, and the donkey its master’s manger, but Israel does not know; My people do not understand.” As Isaiah speaks the words he is given to the nation he compares them to an ox which is a strong beast of burden and a donkey which is noted for being stubborn.
Thought for Today: Wednesday November 20
YHVH is bigger than any disability. Love Him, appreciate His Blessings and trust Him for the rest of the journey. He put the rainbow at the end of the hardest trail. And remember this: The Word of YHVH is the gold in the mine, talent is the miner that works and brings it out, giving it to the world.
OOMs ?
You are a dwarf, with leathery, bristling hide, a hooked nose, and long, broad, prying fingers.
A square passage of Roman concrete, patiently smooth, stained with centuries: epoch after epoch you can trace by the sagacity of your nose. But it is an unknown junction in a maze of your own creating.
Taking the northwest-bound way, and junctions and corners to follow, you find the opening you detected many hours before. The roof has been thrown aside by some means, and a ramp of scree has filled in the end of the way, leading to a leaden sky. As you begin to make your way up the unstable slope, there is a half-buried broken thing you smell before you see.
It is a woebegone doll, and it is familiar to you.
#writtenoom 2024-11-19
OOMs ?
You are a dwarf, with leathery, bristling hide, a hooked nose, and long, broad, prying fingers.
A square passage of Roman concrete, patiently smooth, stained with centuries: epoch after epoch you can trace by the sagacity of your nose. But it is an unknown junction in a maze of your own creating.
Taking the northwest-bound way, and junctions and corners to follow, you find the opening you detected many hours before. The roof has been thrown aside by some means, and a ramp of scree has filled in the end of the way, leading to a leaden sky. As you begin to make your way up the unstable slope, there is a half-buried broken thing you smell before you see.
It is a woebegone doll, and it is familiar to you.
#writtenoom 2024-11-19
OOMs ?
You are a dwarf, with leathery, bristling hide, a hooked nose, and long, broad, prying fingers.
A square passage of Roman concrete, patiently smooth, stained with centuries: epoch after epoch you can trace by the sagacity of your nose. But it is an unknown junction in a maze of your own creating.
Taking the northwest-bound way, and junctions and corners to follow, you find the opening you detected many hours before. The roof has been thrown aside by some means, and a ramp of scree has filled in the end of the way, leading to a leaden sky. As you begin to make your way up the unstable slope, there is a half-buried broken thing you smell before you see.
It is a woebegone doll, and it is familiar to you.
#writtenoom 2024-11-19