Tuesday, September 19, 2017 at 7:47 am.
Dear Readers,
I find it neat the way my daily life now develops. I wake up. Like a child awakens without any specific thing in mind, so do I most of the time. Once awaken? I go about with whatever comes my way. No specific plan. No schedule to keep up with. No pressure to do one thing or the other, and yet! All is planned and perfectly arranged for me! Can you imagine that? I think not! For the most? You probably think the worst, I’m just a copout! Maybe not. Maybe I pick your curiosity to see what am I rambling about?
Not rambling. I am talking about the pure and simple way life develops for me since? Since I gave up all my shenanigans to help myself. WHAT? Ahmad hits the ceiling. “Basilia, you are old. You do not have a family to take care of. God helps me but I HAVE TO WORK! I HAVE TO HELP MYSELF!”
Man! If I have heard that sentence from Ahmad ten thousand times is mild with the number of times I have heard it from most all human beings of my acquaintance! No surprise there.
Me? Let’s see. What has been my reaction to Ahmad’s objection? In vain trying to explain things to him. In vain giving him an account of how Father takes care of me. In vain. In vain. In vain so far, until! This last incident I posted.
Now, let me back up a little bit. Things dramatically began to change within my being since before Maria’s birthday. It all began with a remarkable change of attitude for me. Something I did not planned. It happened. It began sometime in the month of April, 2017, exactly ten years since my Father dealt with me. Ten years since my Father recalled me into His service.
That is all written in, Love The End Of The Matter. The Power Of Love—the companion book to the present, My Journal—My Story. Enter Into My Journal—Partake Of My Story….and, in the published posts to the present.
But let me briefly explain how my attitude changed. Before last April? I have spent myself and my time in a vain attempt to convince Ahmad to follow in my foot-steps regarding faith and work. No convincing at all. Only hurt feelings. Anger. False accusations. Tears. Arguments.
Since April? Suddenly! I quit all attempts to convince him about anything. Automatically, everything began a turn for the best. The best relationship not only with Ahmad and family but with my children and friends as well.
