Sunday, January 1, 2017at 2:43 am
O my Father—O Father of mine? Present in Your Presence I can now breathe and live. The future or the past have all faded fast. A new year has begun. The new beginning. New life platform You have designed for me. Not a wishful thought but! Hope for the sure things not yet seen by any human being.
I am on top of Your mountain enjoying Your Presence. Whether is gloom or glee in the midst of me? Let it be it does not concern or affect me but! You? You are working it altogether to restore Your children to the original state of their creation.
Sunday, January 1, 2017 at 12:35 pm
O my Father—O Father of mine? Musing. The reality of being genuine. It is not fun nor funny. Strength & power? Yes! That’s what it takes. You know it my Father. Three days ago I put up several questions to You: “Father, is it time for me to go? Where am I to go my Father? The dreadful time is at the door for what is happening with the kings of this earth. Their aim to destroy Jerusalem is about to flourish. There is only one way out. Repentance. Otherwise? I tremble for all unrepentant ones.
Father, O my Father—O Father of mine? Three days ago I was imagining all kinds of evil about Ahmad’s absence. Today, I am not imagining. Today is the first day of the year 2017 accordingly to this world’s calendar. I am musing not imagining. Deep in thought in all You are & have been doing in my life. Even so, sadness invades my being. I wish I could cry.
No, I am not depressed. I am not angry nor disgusted. You know that my Father. Only on this especial day for people in general, I sense in my heart a deep sadness. A sadness too deep to describe. I am sensing Your sadness. Why not? Why not?