Realms of writing

Futile I tell you, futile!... Or is it? He loves me, ^, he loves me not^ he loves me^ , He loves me not^,... Ahhh, he loves me. I have a wonderfully imagination, boy it sure is annoying sometimes. Lets wrestle. ok, here is reality, and here is dreaming. Some dreams seem more real, then the real. Or is the dream real, and reality a dream? Will the story end?, or at some point do we all get caught up at the end of the story seemedly at different times, but really all at once every one is there? What is time to God? His word says nothing. We can not understand what that means. Praise Him for he is worthy!

this evening, I paused at the kithen window. I paused, because there were big soft slow moving snow flakes falling from the sky. they gently blanketed the ground, giving me a feeling of warmth, dispite the cold right outside my door. If we had not sinned, do you think there still would have been snow?, or is there more glory for God in the seemedly cold harsh sin filled world that we chose? Is there beauty in the beast?

Thoughts, lots of thoughts, keep running through my head, continually. In The past, I have questioned God about this, I think and wonder about so much, about him, about how people think, or act. About Gods story that is taking place now around me, and including me. I wonder if I will be able to know truth, or if I will be swayed by things, or ideas that are false but, look true. I think of the scripture that says, He is the vine and we are the branches, who ever remains in him will bare much fruit. And also the scripture that talks about "do not conform any longer to the the patients of this world but be transformed by the renewing of your mind, so that we will be able to test and approve His will his good pleasing and perfect will. I have learned, that when I dwell with God, then My mind is clear, and the desitions I make are not rash, and fast but thought out and usually involve some sort of patent waiting time. When I hang out with Christ, the lies that satin throws my wa