Journal—An ongoing dialog between thia/Basilia and Master Yahuwah/Yahushua. …
Wednesday, January 4, 2017 at 9:39 pm
O my Father—O Father of mine? Why the altercations? Why the unnecessary problems? Why do we hurt the ones that are closest to our hearts?
Pause. Reflect. O thiaBasilia—O child of My heart, one answer to your 3 questions: Because you want to control one another. Such is the human nature. You are human. Even so, I am now in control of your human nature as per your own volition.
O thiaBasilia—O child of My heart? I am your Portion. I am your Father. I am your Husband—your Keeper. I will never ever leave nor forsake you. I have established your steps. I have promised much riches & wisdom to you. Just a little while longer for you to see the fulfillment of My promises to you. I am delighted with your faithfulness in the face of despair. Go now to bed. Rest, O thiaBasilia—O child of My heart, rest underneath My everlasting arms.
In silence, I worship You!
Thursday, January 5, 2017 at 4:01 am
Thanks, O my Father—O Father of mine, thanks. Several hours of fretful sleep. Painful moment. Going through a cleansing of my body. Thanks for cuddling me underneath Your everlasting arms while it all is taking place.
Because of Your cuddling I woke up quite sober and thoughtful. For the cleansing is going on in my soul as well as in my body. Musing while I took care of the chores You led me to take care of. I came to the computer. I recorded the date & time. I recorded my thanks and? “Check your emails” came to me.
Check. Umb…email from Pat? Opened it up. Hum! Nothing from Pat except the draft I never sent. Let me delete it! Stop! Copy & paste it first. OK. Go to MS Word program. Get blank document. Paste. Read. Wow! This is a perfect expression of what You are leading to write & publish. Alright! How do I begin? How should I introduce this email?
Pause. Reflect. O thiaBasilia—O child of My heart, make it plain. Post the email just like it is now. Later, publish what you recorded the previous day and have not yet published.
The reply I never sent to my dearest friend because she ticked me off!