In 1985 I was still fairly young in my forties. He had to establish my steps. He had to establish a genuine character in me. He had build a sound base for His purpose for my life. This 2017? He finished That work within my being. Now?
He burst me in https://wordpress.com/stats/follows/wpcom/yoursuccessinspirer.com. WOW! The cradle for His most selected leaders!
Me? Dumbfound! In awe of His doings. Opinion? Advise? Definitions? Theories? Ministry? My goals? My own agenda? For goodness sake! Iain’t got none of that! Hahaha! HalleluYah.
So, what do I have? What’s the point of contacting you with this long tale of mine.? I don’t know. I only know what to write as I begin to write. Is like taking dictation from His Spirit within me but!
One thing I do know. He aims to reach you with the message: Dax, you greatly beloved man, understand the words that I speak to you through the testimony of this child of Mine that goes by the name of thisBasilia.
That’s it. I done my part. He will do the rest with you. That I know. What is the rest? I haven’t got the slightest. Me? I just write & publish. Don’t even know how to manipulate this Internet business but!
I am going on. The Father/Creator is my Strength, my personal bravery, and my invincible army; He makes my feet like hinds’ feet and will make me to walk [not to stand still in terror, but to walk] and make [spiritual] progress upon my high places [of trouble, suffering, or responsibility]!
Much love, thiaBasilia 🙂
Saturday, January 14, 2017 at 12:57 am
I started this post last night but! Sleep knocked my eyelids down. Then the inevitable crash on my bed. It is now the 7th Day of Rest for me. Again, sleep is knocking. Will finish at my awake.
Saturday, January 14, 2017 at 5:52 am
O well! This is the life! This life of mine! Should I call it, ‘Ghostly Life”? Oops! In that case I should be referring to the ‘ghost’ and never the offensive ‘I’ in all my writings, but! I can’t oblige. Why? I am not a ‘ghost’. I am as human as they come. Funny and fun human? Yes indeed! Life to me is a comical free parade. All ‘paraders’ marching with the claim, “I am! I am free! I am!”
And I ponder, free? I am? But that, “I am” is the jailer of their souls! How can they be free? Me? Indeed I am free! I am not anymore I am not the slave of that I am! That makes me free to be. Be where? In the Presence of my Father/Creator! Indeed! Resting underneath the everlasting arms. Free from all harm. Free from me! Hahaha! HalleluYah!
