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!
Do I have a Master? Yes indeed! I am a bonded slave to my Master. Oh? How can you be free if you are a slave? One may ask. That’s the riddle all human beings have failed to guess. So they have not been able to progress from slavery to freedom in the Son. From innocent child to wise & perfect as the Father is.