For still a little while (a very little while), and the Coming One will come and He will not delay.
But the just shall live by faith [My righteous servant shall live by his conviction respecting man’s relationship to God and divine things, and holy fervor born of faith and conjoined with it]; and if he draws back and shrinks in fear, My soul has no delight or pleasure in him.
But our way is not that of those who draw back to eternal misery (perdition) and are utterly destroyed, but we are of those who believe [who cleave to and trust in and rely on the Almighty Creator of our beings referred as ‘God’ for the most, through Yahushua, the Messiah] and by faith preserve the soul.
Friday, July 7, 2017 at 6:03 am.
Alright, my dear Reader, is time for me to respond with my child’s heart. It is no longer time for me to react with my human ‘grown up’ heart. It is no longer time to react with wisdom from below in the human mind from the start.
To repeat, “But our way is not that of those who draw back to eternal misery (perdition) and are utterly destroyed, but we are of those who believe [who cleave to and trust in and rely on the Almighty Creator of our beings referred as ‘God’ for the most, through Yahushua, the Messiah] and by faith preserve the soul.”
There is no argument. There is no debate. There is no explanation. There is no longer a desire to impose upon others what I believe. For what I believe is not a ‘belief’. Rather, by faith my soul is preserved. For what I believe in is not a belief or a doctrine or religion of any kind.
I believe or I cleave to and trust in and rely on the Almighty Creator of our beings referred as ‘God’ for the most. He sent Yahushua, the Messiah, period. I believe in such a Mighty Being.
There is no human explanation. There is no human ability to grasp the scope of the doings or actions of such a Mighty Being that has captivated my trust and faith on Him without any reservation whatsoever.
How did He captivate my trust and faith on Him? That’s what the journal of my life is all about. That’s why He instructed me to write the story of my life in a journal of my daily living on these earthly grounds. And that’s why He spoke to me that day on August of 1985.
First Words my Father spoke to me in 1985
