Bjork and Leaving my Longs Bag

In fact, there is no way to dismantle it. I have tried. I was listening to bjork coming home from "The Brick" after our women's meet. As usual I could only sort of make out her words, and it was another crazy syncopatated song, so what i heard was "The nerve, the nerve, the nerve. the nerve." Truly this has been me, in these years of trying to put away the past. And really all i have to do is to remember that I am who God says I am.
That even if I am seen as false that that has no revelence, when I am worthy of God. And that that false read cannot even near blanket me, when my creator beholds me. My creator beholds me. Can anything else stick to me?
when i am made "To the praise of the glory of the grace, wherein he hath made us accepted in the beloved."Eph.
I hear this like a record, us children of God are set to, molly set to, tracks to the praise, to the glory to the grace. And in the beloved. right there.
And later it says "Wherein he hath abounded toward us in all wisdom and prudence."
He abounded towards us, towards us. abounded.
**So I am putting away the propensity to be offended, to mutter "the nerve." and i'm not trying to lighten the load i've taken, but I'm putting myself back to where I belong.

Tonight: What a God manuever, me leaving my Long bags of books at the Brick (our coffeeshop), so that I would go back at almost 10. strongly I knew "go back" to get my Longs back and it was all for me to have this phat prayer with B, and a heart-to-heart. We prayed in the parking lot. There was a need.
and finally going home really OK. and bringing in that pouring together. knowing each other, how so? it's only been a handful of months of our knowing, but still we know each other, some kind of way our being in activated.

So i go to sleep encouraged, pressing into God, pouring with God. a little fount. just even for my little fold. and he comes so delightfully, everytime. and i can't even imgine how much more, how much more God to come.