A Cry From One Crying In The Wilderness Of People

 

Sunday, February 26, 2017 at 12:36 am

Another day. Time is flying by just as swift as the air that we breathe. When will the end come? I am not to concern myself with such matters. Living my life as if the end will be tomorrow. I only have this day. Tomorrow might never come. To live present in Your Presence is my aim and only desire.

New situations. New challenges. New? Nay! nothing is new under the sun. It’s a worldly life of repeats. Tiresome repeats. Repeats to the point of boredom. What is there to do when this boredom of repeats sinks in, O my Father—O Father of mine? When even being present in Your Presence becomes a bore. What then, O my Father—O Father of mine?

Pause. Reflect. O thiaBasilia—O child of My heart? Pause and reflect. Boredom is the highest point of human achievement. The human mind invests a lifetime to achieve for the sake of achievement. This achievement keeps the human happily occupied with the single idea of its accomplishment. Until, time takes its toll and the human cannot stop that time and its toll. It is then that boredom sets in. Yes, even your life present in My Presence becomes a bore because the time phenomenon.

What are you to do at times when boredom is knocking at the door of your heart & mind? Nothing. Such is the time for you to sit still, to do nothing by your own power of reasoning. Sit still. Wait. Rest your entire being, body, mind & soul underneath My everlasting arms. Do not fear. Do not panic. Do not despair. For those are the times when I am intent in My creation’s repair.

Wow! Thanks, my Father! Back to sleep I’ll go just as soon as I can curl my body under those heavy blankets and get cozy & comfortable. Hope for Your voice to set my spirit, mind, soul, and body at perfect state of rest.

May we all come to rest underneath His everlasting arms. Much love, thiaBasilia.

Author: thiaBasilia

My profile. Who am I? Past. Present.
1. Past. A woman with a dysfunctional past big time. No matter what I did or not did? I could not function in the society of mankind.
2. Present. A functional woman—a human being under the care & protection of the Almighty Father/Creator of our beings.
3. In the past? A defeated woman saddled not only with the Dysfunctional label but also with the Bipolar, Manic Depressive & Schizophrenic labels.
4. In the present? An overcoming woman by The Power Of Love From On High up above the sky!
5. By The Power Of Love From On High up above the sky? I have overcome not only the Dysfunctional label but also all the labels this world saddles on all unsuspecting human beings.
I am now an inspirational writer. I write to give witness or evidence of the Mighty Presence of our Father/Creator.in my heart & in my practical life. Whatever for? What would my witness do for you?
Woa! You got me there! But, right before Yahushua was caught up in the clouds to go to the right hand of the Father, Yahushua said,
Acts 1:6-8 It is not for you to become acquainted with and know what time brings [the things and events of time and their definite periods] or fixed years and seasons (their critical niche in time), which the Father has appointed (fixed and reserved) by His own choice and authority and personal power. But you shall receive power (ability, efficiency, and might) when the Set-Apart Spirit has come upon you, and you shall be My Witnesses in Jerusalem and all Judea and Samaria and to the ends (the very bounds) of the earth. …
In view of the above Scriptures the writer records the journal of her daily living to give an account—to witness of the work that the Almighty Creator of our beings has done and continues to do in her life.
I am a witness of the Almighty Creator of our beings in my heart & soul and in my practical daily existence! This is not a bogus claim but a reality in the life of the Author/Publisher of one of these books or SITES that you are now viewing! Thanks for your kind attention!

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