Journal—An ongoing dialog between thia/Basilia and Master Yahuwah/Yahushua. …
Sunday, May 28, 2017 at 7:39 pm
Father? You know this has been a rough day for me. I do not know what is troubling me. My neck is hurting me again. I am discouraged trying to eat properly without any results. I am disgusted as I see the many worldly preachers and remember days past of my association with the likes of them. I am going to turn off the computer and sleep. Perhaps sleep is what I need.
Sunday, May 28, 2017 at 11:41 pm
O my Father—O Father of mine? There are so many ways to get rid of bad feelings. Just as many ways to regain one’s physical health. But, none of that has any eternal value. It does not matter if we are fit as a fiddle or not. There is only one way that matters. Only one way to please You—a complete voluntary submission to Your control of our lives. Not because You are a tyrant wanting to control and oppress us to the max. Nay! It’s the other way around.
The devil is the tyrant who now controls and makes a havoc of our lives. But You want us to give You the control of our lives out of the love for You, You have placed in our hearts. That love is there despite our ignorance of it, because You placed it there to avail us now. For You are the only One Who knows how to undo the works of the devil. You are the only One Who knows what is best for us. (it’s Monday, May 29, 2017 at 12:28 am going to sleep.)
Monday, May 29, 2017 at 3:45 am
Father? Delay is not defeat. I wait on You. You are never late. Despite the pain and agony of my soul as I experience the goings on in my midst. As long as people continues to excuse themselves and accuse others, that long shall they remain stuck in the prison of their programmed polluted minds. What am I to do, my Father?
Father? You know me better than I know myself. Am I still harboring resentment towards my children? Am I resenting their absence in my life? Am I guilty, my Father? Remove the iniquity far from me. I cannot remove it myself despite my willingness to do so. Least when I tell others, I am condemning my own self. Perhaps that’s the cause of my disturbance. Have mercy on me. I wait on You.
