Of nothing in particular

With nothing in mind, and even less preparation on hand I set out to begin to write, just because I felt an overriding need to write something, anything. So here goes the mindless ramblings of a citizen of Earth, going about the business of fools, counting on that immeasurable storehouse of grace found in Heaven to raise me above scheming obstacles scattered about before me. How wonderful that there is this thing in which I can be assured, that my foolishness does not rule over me but that by the Holy Spirit I may be deemed wise above the foolish ways of this world.

Why my thoughts turn to wisdom is beyond me; perhaps it is a sub-conscious desire, or what people professing to be experts refer to as my ideal model self, is. I can surely tell you that to be wise in the ways of the Lord is my fundamental desire, the butt of many of my prayers, a goal that I strive to achieve by the grace of God. Wisdom, as they say, is more prized than diamonds, more stable in value than gold.

Just as Solomon had asked for wisdom, and had said that the fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom, so too do I ask, and fear, the God of Abraham, and of Israel, and all the Prophets. I fear the creator God, the one who formed me in my mother's womb, fashioned me with one over-riding purpose; that is to worship and serve Him. Oh how happy is the hammer that gets used to its full potential and purpose! I shall rejoice in my serving, and rejoice in my worship of the one true God, simply because that is what I was meant to do! And in so doing, fearing God in obedience, attain that which all people should get; Wisdom, which is the Principle thing. In the words of Solomon to his son: Get Wisdom! Get Understanding! And yes, indeed I will!

Looking back, this writer finds himself utterly baffled, and equally
amazed; from a long line of words that meant nothing came srpinging forth
paragraphs about wisdom! The writer sighs a sigh of bewilderment, or perhaps
relief he does not know which. He scratches his head and notice the big orange
button labelled "Publish". The writer felt that maybe he should...