For the Word that Yahuwah/Yahushua speaks is alive and full of power making it active, operative, energizing, and effective; it is sharper than any two-edged sword, penetrating to the dividing line of the breath of life (soul) and the immortal spirit, and of joints and marrow of the deepest parts of our nature, exposing and sifting and analyzing and judging the very thoughts and purposes of the heart.
And not a creature exists that is concealed from His sight, but all things are open and exposed, naked and defenseless to the eyes of Him with Whom we have to do.
Inasmuch then as we have a great High Priest Who has already ascended and passed through the heavens, Yahushua the Son of Yahuwah, let us hold fast our confession of belief in Him. For we do not have a High Priest Who is unable to understand and sympathize and have a shared feeling with our weaknesses and infirmities and liability to the assaults of temptation, but One Who has been tempted in every respect as we are, yet without sinning.
Let us then fearlessly and confidently and boldly draw near to the throne of grace—the throne of Yahuwah’s unmerited favor to us sinners, that we may receive mercy for our failures and find grace to help in good time for every need—appropriate help and well-timed help, coming just when we need it.
O my Beloved Father! You are so good! You have given me appropriate help and well-timed help, coming just when I need it on this moment of despair. Onward I am going with the task You have assigned unto me.
Friday, August 25, 2017 at 5:50 am.
Father? O the wonderful thoughts running by me this glorious morning. I been thinking as I do every single day about my children. But, this morning? It’s been Steven’s turn. Tears flow. Laughter follows. O what memories! That Christmas Day I walked in that little house in Westwego carrying a bundle of joy in my arms—a precious blond hair little fellow so precious that he stole our hearts from the minute we laid eyes on him.
