“Nay! You will die if you don’t eat from this tree. You will loose your chance to become like ‘God’ knowing all things.” “For sure? This tree looks good to me. Give me it!” Along comes it loaded with the fruit of disobedience to destroy us for eternity but! We are hooked! No way to unhook ourselves. That’s where our Father/Creator lifts himself up to us. He is our only hope.
Our Father/Creator is about to help us despite the fact that we continue eating the wrong foods not only regular food but also spiritual as well. Those foods are causing us all kind of illness physical as well as spiritual, but, we even enjoy our trips to the doctor. Ah! I have cancer! Pray for me! A heart attack! God is good for I didn’t die!
O well, Father knows all about it. It’s none of my business anymore. I delivered the message as per Father’s instructions. Their blood is not in my hands. Now I am to keep to myself. Only write & publish & repeat.
Saturday, November 26, 2016 at 12:12 am
The 7th Day of Rest! What a blessing it is to rest underneath Your everlasting arms, O my Father—O Father of mine. What a life! My inbox is loaded with ‘Black Friday sales’. Me? No longer affected by such frenzy. No longer tempted to follow the leaders. Totally committed to One Leader, the Spirit of my Father in my heart.
Condescendence in my life? Nay! I am what I am but by the power of love from my Father. Committed to speak, to proclaim truth? Yes, that I am. Ready to head for bed? That I am as well.
Saturday, November 26, 2016 at 3:54 am
O my Father—O Father of mine? Thanks, for You have caused sleep to come my way for quite a few hours since yesterday. Sleep is a healing for the body. Now, where was I? Ah! Lamenting the impossibilities for mankind. No two ways about it. Mankind is naturally inclined to achieve the impossible. Millions succeed in such quest. So, what’s the use to rehash the matter? The whole world is in a euphoric state of victory even in the sight of the disastrous conditions that surrounds us all.
“Poor Basilia”! the Almighty Loving Father/Creator gives her a glimpse of restored areas to house the chosen while waiting for Yahushua’s return. Areas beaming with organic fields yielding vegetables & fruits free from harming chemicals to our minds & bodies. Flowering gardens for the bees to produce honey for the survival of the chosen. Areas where the chickens and the goats and the cows are not injected with chemicals geared to slowly kill the chosen, but! “Poor Basilia” is only able to see the impossibility of it all.