While engaged in the task, Father is working along with me showing and comforting me to go on despite the horrible pain that makes me feel I can’t lift or push the slightest thing anymore. Regardless, I keep pushing, lifting, moving until I get to the point to sit, finally, pronounce: This will do. I am going to sleep!
I collapse in bed. All the time the monologue addressing my Father continues with thanks my Father for this bed. Thanks for my privacy. Thanks for all Your blessings but! Mainly? Thanks for Your Presence. You are my Portion. You are my all. I worship You.
Two or three maybe four hours later, I am awake still thinking and talking to my Father. somehow I know He is right here with me. He moves my fingers to type whatever I am supposed to type. Suddenly, I can’t type no more. Hum! Must go back to sleep. It’s now 2:06 am.
Thursday, March 9, 2017 at 11:27 am
We all have our dreams for a better future. Even millionaires dream for better yet. Me? As far back as I remember my dream was to make millions of dollars to help my mom, to help the poor, to become the best of the best without much effort. I wanted the easy buck. Play the lottery and was sure I was to hit the jack pot! Fell for every get rich overnight skim. Read all the positives ever written, and? Wind up mentally insane!
No kidding. Literally. I was crazy and got papers to prove it. Lost my mind and was hospitalized twice. Received 5 electric shocks treatments that almost destroyed my mind forever. Submitted to the Mental Health organization for better than half of my life to no avail, until 2007. That was the year my Father in the heavens chose to finally deliver me from mental insanity for good! That is the Innovative Approach To Mental Insanity I aim to expose to you.
March 10, 2017
this is my ping back