Sunday, May 28, 2017 at 3:37 am
O my Father—O Father of mine? How clever are Your ways! This unsuspecting child of Yours has not got a clue on what You are to develop next. All in my earthly mind? My honey! “Father? You see, I am running out of honey. There is no money to get me some more honey. Show me what to do.” Suddenly! It comes to me. “Call Denise. Just tell her you need money.” I obey. Bless my Denise. No questions asked. Within minutes the money is deposited in my account. Ahmad runs to get my honey before I die for the lack of it! Hahaha! HalleluYah!
Never you mind the work You are working on Ipuma and on each one of Your children. That’s too much for me to absorb, but! I am not a doubting Thomas. I know. I really know of Your mercy and Your power. Give me honey? A loving trivial, but! Ipuma’s connection? Nothing trivial about such power of Your love from on high!
Nay! Honey was in my mind, but! In my Father’s mind? Greater needs were at stake! So? Father’s wisdom came into play: “Ask for money not for honey!” You all think I will try that again? Nay! Not unless Father quickens me to do so. Like He is doing with the fund-raising deal.
BTW somebody plz follow Ipuma’s lead. Don’t be afraid I’ll use your money for my honey. Maybe I will. Maybe I will not. What I mean is this: whatever you do, do it unto the Master not unto thiaBasilia even when she is not shyster.
His love in my heart for all, thiaBasilia.
