Wishy washy, pishy poshy, it is all a mechanism for excuse.  Feigning fogginess remaining so overwhelmed that I am under duress, hiding in my hobby hole I must confess are methods of avoiding the King’s Calling.  I am a master at avoiding clarity, with a severe brow a practiced rye smile and  a determined look I ponder, wander and reflect about the nothing that I have been accomplishing. Then I do the unthinkable and complain to God that I am not getting clear guidance or cannot hear His Will for my life.  Prehistoric!

There is no one better at creating circumstances by which and because of which or absent which I could actually do what God has commanded.  Just as Adam I would rise to the audacity of blaming God for giving me a partner that forced me to be disobedient instead of accepting the role I was provided and doing the right thing.  So complex there isn’t a sufficient textbook adequate to describing the intricacies of my meandering machinations.  I am foiled, again and thrice by the mice within my own machinery, gnawing, biting, chewing up the mechanisms and soft tissue of my resolve.  These are the excuses of a man attempting to out clever my own cleverness. The Word is clear, so clear that my only device to avoid the clarity with which it counsels or to ignore the clear conviction of the Holy Spirit within me is to bring on the fog.  This of course is absolutely foolhardy when operating within a relationship with the Almighty, Omniscient God, Omnipresent Lord.

Am I therefore done with the dew, disavowing the mind mud, swearing allegiance to the light of a clear mind, readied and willing to do that which is guided by Spirit?  We shall clearly see in the days to come.