Posting spree today!
Read the post now on the screen.
Read the previous.
Read the previous from the previous.
Those are all swell as well.
Bring them all one by one to your sight.
None is too old to now read and apply.
To behold in delight, the supply
The power of love from on high.
The light, the might to sustain & maintain
Our souls forever and a day
On our appointed journey nowadays.
Journal—An ongoing dialog between thia/Basilia and Master Yahuwah/Yahushua. …
Friday, July 22, 2016 at 8:33 am
O my Father—O Father of mine? Mysterious happenings in my blogging journey are happening every day. I wonder why? But You know it. This morning I made the following comment,
I was not going to comment because my comments have not been acknowledged here for a while. But, the post is quite intriguing to me. Self-help books? Seminars? Workshops? Self-gurus? In any shape, language or form? None really help anyone. Why? Because, we do not need ‘self-help’. We need our Creator’s help big time! The world is opposed to the Creator’s help. So is human kind. Thus the parading of life.
O my Father—O Father of mine? You are leading me all the way, so, You led me to comment on that post. Will my comment be posted? Will it go to the trash bin? You know it altogether. It is not any longer for me to speculate in such matters.
You are in control. I will continue to sing, perhaps to my own self, “Don’t give up on the brink of a miracle, don’t give up Yah’s still on His throne. Don’t give in on the brink of a miracle, don’t give in, remember you are not alone…”
Indeed! O my Father—O Father of mine? I am not alone. I am in the best of all companies. I am in Your Presence. By the power of Your love from on High, You are my Portion forever. You are welcomed in the throne of my heart there to sit forever and ever, from the end to the start. What will it be for You and me today, O my Father—O Father of mine?
Pause. Reflect. Relax. You’ll never go back, O thiaBasilia—O child of My heart? Never, ever will I let you to wonder out there in the wilderness of this barren world to be mangled by the beasts that mangled you once upon a time.
O Your love! O Your wisdom! O Your power! What kind of life? What kind of strength? What kind of power to me You inject in all respects? Ah! The Power Of Love From On High To Love, To Be Loved…