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.
O well, it’s all past. You saved me from all of that for Your own honor. You have blessed me in more ways than one. Indeed! You are my Portion. I shall not want for any good thing in Your sight. I need to work in the booklet but I also need sleep. I can’t make up my mind what to do. Perhaps I could just lay down and hope for sleep. I need deep sleep. It’s only 12:46 pm. I have the whole day for myself.