That’s my number. Pitiful number! Laughable? Yeah, when I see the matter in others but, seeing it in myself? That’s Your job, O my Father—O Father of mine; of course, You are certainly doing a good work in me. It is all, ‘good’. Time to rest. Time to wait for somebody to bring me the rest of my breakfast. Time to wait for somebody to bring me not only my leftover breakfast but also some of that delicious cooking for the day to take care of my voracious appetite. I guess all of that got nothing to do with lust or gluttony. It all got to do with the fact that I only eat small meals at any given time. Ain’t I clever?
Enough talk about yours truly. Let’s talk about ‘us’ instead, that’s Ok with you? Here is my proposition to all who happen to read these lines.
Hey! You wan o be my email friend? I am learning and collecting emails to promote Joyce’s candles and my one book that I am selling, what is called, email marketing for one thing.
For another main thing? I really, want to connect with my readers just for the fun of it. Forget about the big red Call to Action button. I put it there just in case you could be interested in buying Overcoming Supernaturally. No need to buy or give me anything or vice-versa. Just for fun and genuine friendship to share, to lift each other up or simple to be there in case needed. How about it? email@example.com. Much love, thiaBasilia 🙂
Well, O my Father—O Father of mine? That sure is a different slant to start my email list from the heart as the experts are telling me to do. How ‘bout that? I can’t wait for my readers to respond. For I sense this is Your will to join us all together by the power of love from on high.
His love in my heart for all, thiaBasilia.