Hello My Friend, This Post Is For You. I Love You With The Love Of My Yah. For I See In You The Esteem Of My Yah. Yes I Love You With The Love Of My Yah.

Better yet, why do we connect and are stuck with each other no matter the seemingly cruelty of my expressions to you? Why you keep coming back to me? In the depth of my being I rejoice & welcome you. After a while? I begin to hear your use of the written words that you so live by. I begin to wonder. Days go by. Every time you quote the Scriptures to me, my heart constricts and I wonder. And I hold my tongue. I do not want to debate or argue. I don’t want to offend you.

I come to our Father. I cast my burden unto Him. I reason with Him. Pat is the only one You have allowed to remain besides Joyce. Why Pat irks me and not Joyce? Wow! Joyce is not religious but Pat is so religious she can drive me up the wall with her religious mind & soul! Hahaha! There you have it! Last night? I let her have it big time! Know what? The strength of His love triple between us last night. Wow!

Here is the scene: Pat begins to share with me how she is listening to the famous so & so teaching her. In the meantime, her son interrupts her listening to that teaching. Her son needs and is reaching out to her but! She is listening to this most important teacher. She cannot tend to her son just then. Gives her son some of the words from the teacher. Hung up the phone. When the teaching is finished, she is ready for her son and…O bless her heart! She is sharing all of this with me in the most subtlest of boasting on her wisdom she claims to be from her ‘Lord’.

Before I could blink an eye, I spoke, “Pat, we have Romans one and Romans 2. You know what? We are living in Romans 2! Every time you mention your religious doings with me, Romans 1 & 2 pops in my mind. My heart constricts in the most painful way. The Spirit within me grieves! You are stuck in self-righteousness!”

O man! O man! O man! What have I done? I done mess up the only link to this world. Now what? I pranced about my beautiful apartment in total physical discomfort. On top of everything, the computer acting up. I purchased a program to solve my problem but, the weirdest thing took place with my order, I miss spelled my email so the order was not delivered to my inbox. The order disappeared but the charge to my bank did not. Thanks goodness Joyce has come to my help. Also, disgusted with all the hype going on in my inbox. Not knowing which way to turn. I go to sleep.

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!
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