You realize it's just flesh if it ain't love.

I know nothing. This is the teaching I have. Yet, Lord, you realize it's just flesh if you don't love her. I do love her, so it's not just flesh.

I sit in the sanctuary/ Perhaps I should sit somewhere closer to the door, which I have now.

I put the clothes out for the yard sale. We call it Yard activity now. It's called yard activity for some other reason, so I won't get into thaqt here.

Instead, I'm going to ask you, even show a trivia - can you name all 50 stateS?

You don't have to asnswer that, but it's a trivia. Thanks Mexicans. Lord, You Dis a good job with our Black PEople.

What's going to be on the playlist? Where will you use this pencil?

As I walked outside, I saw a pencil. I don't know whose it is, but it's a pencil I plan to use. On what I don't know.

The old lady spit out a donut. It wasn't a donut she liked. I got the impression we would be fast friends. But like anything fast, it doesn't last long.

She has a nice big house full of crap. I don't know how much is in there, but it's a lot. If someone came in there to clean, it'd take about a day. 24 full hours to work. I love Brenda still. Don't worry about that. I really do love her.

But I'm tripping! She said to leave her alone. I'd be a fool not to. I don't want to go to jail.

Jail wipe is tight, but sad. Why do you have to do it? For some people. They won't learn unless you do. I learned this. I sure love Los Angeles.

The bottom line of faith with the good Saturday Morning is this - you got to get along. Get along with life. The Lord Gave You. So live with it. You know you love her. Give her some space to learn. Don't give IN to the game. Just learn to navigate life as you already have.

I like the strides you are making with your meditation. You're doing good with that. Keep up the good work and you will see. There is more to life than meets the eye. Or the ear. Or any sense by itself. IF you are still regarding senses alone, then you are still learning those senses. You are learning to hear. Learning to see. LEarning to feel. You are learning.

Once you have learned, you can touch the gate more accurately. Come to think of it, you need people to excite your prostate. To touch your scrotum. To append your vein. I know you Love Brenda. She loves oyu, ithe Church sanctuary. The organ. The mixer. The seats where the staff sits. All of this is in the Church.

Holding the gate is sacred. You laugh and say, this is just a gate. This is a gate Rev. Threadgill touched. He touched the gate. He was there. This is like reporting.

Pat Harvey is fine. For a reporter. Brenda is fine. For a woman. Ha, I don't know why I laughed. IT's the scenery. I'm here typing in a church. Is this a sin? I hope not, because I want to keep typing.

I remember Jackie, and Dad. Dad was a nMexican man. From Monterrey. I don't know if that's true, but that's what I think about him. If I'm wrong, I apologize. No sense in talking about where someone is from if you don't know.

But this man has a gorgeous wife. And two gorgeous kids. One of thesm is married now, and the other one I don't know. I think by now, someone got to her. She had big tits when I saw her.

But still, Brenda. I don't want to get in trouble. Why and how, Lord. The woman said leave...

"Be with it."

What does that mean, Lord? Does it mean be with the game, with the program.

"With her ways."

Ok, does this mean witchcraft? Things I don't like? Going away from the home to worship, but not Lord Jesus Christ?

"Put them."

So it's a cupboard thing? It's like putting some things in the cabinet. You do this you do that, I love you, I forgive, but I don't agree. You don't have to be forced to Snow White me, but you love Lord, mme enough to show I care. I love you. EI want you. I need you to be here to squeeze in the morning. And put my penis in.

I think all that for a few moments to hang with ladies is fine. It might be more than that, but I love her yet and still. And "it's not witchcraft." Ok. I won't contest you. I love you. Give me a kiss.

I have this pencil from the ground. What do I do with it, Lord. Keep it. and write with it. Do calculations with it. Do tallies with it, like write all you did. Then, store it. Put it somewhere you won't lose it. Put it in the altar somewhere.

I have a feeling the Tates will be using that closet again. I don't want to help myself to the space I didn't earn. I didn't put chocolate bars on the hampers in the early days. I didn't fry chicken to raise money. I didn't eat cheese without fish that one time. I wasn't there.

I was here. I am here now. Awaiting Sister Ada. Is she coming? What happened? Let me find out she's not coming. I'll lock the gate and have the yard sale another time. I'd rather do that than do it myself. Two people at least for the yard sale. I thought alson online. Can you sell the clothes online? Can you, piece by piece, put the items on ebay, or offer up? Can you make money that way? Sell the clothes for little to nothing, and charge shipping. Whatever you don't sell today, do it like that.

But how will you get the clothes out?

Set the store up and call a meeting. Show the people the store and explain you are selling the items online. Use the tablet to demonstrate the site.

Take a screenshot. Make sure they can't touch it. When they look. Then they will see. "Oh, ok." That's how, then you ask who will take the orders to Amazon.

Who will deliver the orders to the post office? You probably. Thank you, streets. Thank You.