Father, it has come to me, I need to raise $280,000.00 (Two hundred and eighty thousand dollars) to buy this building and renovated with a solar dome. Why? Because of Your promise. You promised me this building for the veggie garden as well as the bee hives to produce vegetables & honey for our survival in the future perilous days to come.
That all is not just my selfish dream. That is Your promise. Your promise. You will materialize Your promise. In fact, You already done that. I do not NEED to spray &pray for things to happen. The truth is, I have no need to spray lofty thoughts from the insanity of my birth mind. I do not need to pray to an unknown deity of my making to materialize such lofty thoughts.
But! By all means, I need YOU! You alone are my Portion. To You alone I owe my love and devotion above all things on, under and above this earth. Myself, my family, my friends, my neighbor are all under the loving umbrella of my love for YOU.
Friday, March 17, 2017 at 2:26 pm
Listening to Ray Edwards. I spent this day going over Ray Edwards templates and formatting my letter. I posted it on March 18, 2017 around 4 am.
Saturday, March 18, 2017 at 5:46 am
O my Father—O Father of mine? You know how excited I am and why. I sense a breakthrough today, but! That lurking fear of another disappointing day is there. Give me a break Father. You never give me any more than what I can take. I am so exited I can’t go to sleep. I’ll take a hot shower.
Saturday, March 18, 2017 at 12:03 pm
Father, no much has changed since I posted the letter this morning. We human beings are all alike no matter how we think to be different. I am blessed to be free to do as I please. To have all the time for myself. Whatever for should I be lamenting because of someone’s behavior? I guess because that insidious urge to control people. You are my Portion. You know all about,
- My despondent thoughts.
- My deflated emotions.
- My aches & pains.
It’s all part of my human nature’s tendency to control. The insanity of my birth. As far back to my tender childhood I can remember my unceasing wailing. I cried, cried and cried some more to no avail. No one understood my excruciating pain for lack of attention. No one either did anything about it. They just let me cry or resort to physically give me something to cry about.