glorycloud's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- No metaphoric fire It is 2:11 PM Thursday afternoon here in Western Michigan. Does anyone keep track of where we live? I am sure Big Brother knows where we live. Our lives are all on the books. One day the Book of Life will be opened. I got up this morning around 5:50 AM. I heard Carol getting up this morning around 5:10 AM. I got up and so has gone by Time Span. This morning I wrote in my paper diary and read from a book titled, 'A Treatise On Comforting Afflicted Consciences' by Robert Bolton (1572-1631). I filmed a short video this morning wherein I read from. 'A Treatise On Comforting Afflicted Consciences'. In the mail this afternoon I received a used book I had ordered titled, 'The End' A Novel by Attila Bartis Translated From The Hungarian By Judith Sollosy. Carol is not here presently, she is out delivering food and sweets to folks-acts of kindness-Christmas gifts-Carol likes to make cookies and peanut brittle to give to folks around Christmas. There is really not much else to report this afternoon. I am tired as usual, but time keeps flowing by. Behold, the awful day comes on, But first th’archangel’s trump shall blow, Who shall withstand His righteous ire, The dead in Christ shall first awake, See next the guilty crowd arise. Hark, as they mount, by devils borne, In vain on rocks and hills ye call, What thought can paint their black despair, But, O Thou Savior of mankind, Methinks I hear Thy mercy plead, Ye reasoners, make a rational choice; 2:23 p.m. - 2023-12-14 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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