What Am I Doing? I Don’t Know. Father Knows. Good Enough. I’m going to sleep…

I thank You for this place. I thank You for my supplies. I thank You for everything but, most of all? I thank You for Your Presence. O my Father—O Father of mine? I thank You for keeping Ahmad and my children and my friends away from me. You are my Portion. I don’t want anyone else but You.

Wow! That is that! I am One with You. Outside of You, I do not wish to be One with anyone else. Each one of Your children has the right to our inheritance. Unfortunately, we are all prodigal sons or daughters—we have claimed our spiritual inheritance. We have wasted it away by the power of our carnal minds. We are coming now to the end of such spiritual treasure. What now?

That’s where my bewilderment and grieving comes into play. There is no way the Spirit within my being can ignore His children behavior—looking for love in all the wrong places. Ah! Here they were bumped into a pig pen of suffering & despair, so what? Let’s get out of this pig pen! Let’s find the castle of our dreams! We can! Is the motto. Repentance? Whatever for?

Oh yeah, I repent of being negative. I repent of not using my mind before. I repent of not loving myself. All that is now changed. I have found myself. I love myself. I love all people. Unconditional love. I am one with all. My word? What a beautiful person! That’s it! Let’s all unite in the spirit of unconditional love!

Sarcastic? That I am and, so were You when You walked among man. What am I doing? O my Father, what am I doing? Expressing my discontentment? Bickering & judging others because they are not flocking to celebrate me? Perhaps. In all events, You are in control of every minute detail of my existence. I have nothing to fear. Whether my emotions are elevated at the sight of pleasure or demoted otherwise, my lot is cast. You are my Portion. Nothing to fear. Not even my own thoughts & feelings.

My profile. Who am I? Past. Present. 1. Past. A woman with a dysfunctional past big time. No matter what I did or not did? I could not function in the society of mankind. 2. Present. A functional woman—a human being under the care & protection of the Almighty Father/Creator of our beings. 3. In the past? A defeated woman saddled not only with the Dysfunctional label but also with the Bipolar, Manic Depressive & Schizophrenic labels. 4. In the present? An overcoming woman by The Power Of Love From On High up above the sky! 5. By The Power Of Love From On High up above the sky? I have overcome not only the Dysfunctional label but also all the labels this world saddles on all unsuspecting human beings. I am now an inspirational writer. I write to give witness or evidence of the Mighty Presence of our Father/Creator.in my heart & in my practical life. Whatever for? What would my witness do for you? Woa! You got me there! But, right before Yahushua was caught up in the clouds to go to the right hand of the Father, Yahushua said, Acts 1:6-8 It is not for you to become acquainted with and know what time brings [the things and events of time and their definite periods] or fixed years and seasons (their critical niche in time), which the Father has appointed (fixed and reserved) by His own choice and authority and personal power. But you shall receive power (ability, efficiency, and might) when the Set-Apart Spirit has come upon you, and you shall be My Witnesses in Jerusalem and all Judea and Samaria and to the ends (the very bounds) of the earth. … In view of the above Scriptures the writer records the journal of her daily living to give an account—to witness of the work that the Almighty Creator of our beings has done and continues to do in her life. I am a witness of the Almighty Creator of our beings in my heart & soul and in my practical daily existence! This is not a bogus claim but a reality in the life of the Author/Publisher of one of these books or SITES that you are now viewing! Thanks for your kind attention!

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published.

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

Scroll to top