Monday, October 9, 2017 at 4:19 pm.
Dear Reader, you see what I mean? I am a human being just like the rest. I react just like the human being that I am. Complaining, bickering, discontentment with one’s lot of life are not a virtue. So many recognize the matter. So many set themselves up for self-improvement. So many systems all intense in providing rules and regulations to attain whatever we aspire to attain for our better selves.
Me? I know the drill. I tried several of the systems of the moment, to no avail. Rampantly and masterfully the systems are proclaimed to attain it all. Peace, love, contentment? Remained beyond my reach, but! My Father? My Father empowered me to quit trying and start trusting Him for my improvement. Years later, my trust in Him is paying off big time.
Effortlessly, the longings in my heart for love, peace, contentment are fulfilled. My Father’s gift to me. His gift is now available to you, to all. My sharing? Behold the power to receive the Father/Creator’s gift to all!
Tuesday, October 10, 2017 at 12:07 am.
O my Father—O Father of mine? Here we are on the 10th day of the 10th month of the 10th year since You recalled me into Your service. There is something in me wanting to cry. What is it, my Father? Perhaps it has to do with the fear of abandonment? Fear that no one cares for me? Perhaps this fear comes to me because if I do not call or reach out to people, people do not reach out to me for days on end?
This morning? I am coming to You, not to anyone else. I am not seeking for sympathy or advice from any human source. For there is not any human sympathy or advice to avail anyone to resolve our troublesome affairs. Regardless rank or fame, no human being qualifies to bear our burdens. I am casting this heavy burden upon You. You alone are able and willing to bear our burdens. You alone are able to harmonize all inharmonious circumstances in our lives on the daily and moment to moment basis.
Yesterday, not even Ahmad bothered to call or check on me. Nothing new. It happens continuously. Same goes for my own children. Except for Denise, I do not hear from the rest of my children for months sometimes. And friends? Only Pat keeps up with me.