It’s irksome, the idea that destiny is written. It’s a great thing if you have faith enough. He promised the work would be completed. It is written.
Yet, if we sin and fall into judgment, is that written?
So that is a known problem.
I aspire. I hope. Let that not die.
But is the history of ideas written, ideas that can contradict Him? We open our mouths, and we contradict.
It becomes difficult to function if you think too much. And I know my thinking. To be free of that kind of thinking.
Let go. Let go my soul.
“Bring him my ring and coat.” Let me glorify your name.