Just a couple days ago, You reminded me of Your promises and the reason why You made those promises to me.
Now this dream. Why? I asked. You responded with this enlightening article the richest and most deplorable human beings on this earth. What is my concluding thought on the matter?
NO WAY! No way shape or form do I desire any such reaches or followers for my life! I pause. I reflect in Your sight. My dreams. The wishes for my future life?
My wish to live in and improve a place like the one You have provided for me now. I wish for my veggie garden to provide food for me now, later? Perhaps to enlarge it for others as well.
I dream to see Your work prosper in the heart of Your people. To see the results of Your work in the renew area surrounding me. New buildings. Paved streets. A decent drainage.
I have no desire for popularity. I never did. I absolutely love my family and friends visits, but! To live with someone? Can’t fathom it! What about a husband?
Ah! My Father, but You know all about my desire for a husband. Not exactly a husband like in a wedding and living and sleeping together. No. I dream for the same situation You provided with my Honey.
My Honey was a MAN I respected. He had class and taste. He had wit and wisdom. He had a heart of gold. He had money. He had not a wife anymore. He was a widower.
You put upon himself to take care of me. And take care of me he did big time! For seven glorious years I experience true love from a human being.
Then? As You gave him to me, you took him away, but the experience? Far beyond any other experience in my tumultuous past.
Thursday, November 2, 2017 at 1:33 pm.
Father? You know all transpiring in my mind. It looks like my computer problems are solved for the moment. I am not quite certain on what or when to post next.
It’s been a while since I posted last. I need to touch base in Lorelle WordPress School. I need to finish with the editing, formatting, and preparing the two books You have led me to write and ready for publication.
I need Your help. I know I am missing out in something, or am I? Perhaps this is the way You are leading me. Perhaps when I see, when I hear the general consent about setting goals and all, I loose heart.