I begin to feel much better. Not a trace of the cramp. I head to my inbox. Ah! Let me see what my sis is up to. Wow! Here is my comment.
My sis, been a while since we touch. Life. Up. Down. All around. Father knows. No matter how much it hurts. No matter what pathetic expletives we throw at Him? No matter. His embrace tightens around us! He won’t let go of us! He knows. He knows.
What are we to do? How can we praise Him in such horrid times? How can we trust when the hurt is at its peak? No way! He knows. He knows. He knows.
Wait. Wait. Wait comes the voice in our heads and hearts. WAIT! HOW LONG? Wait. Wait. Wait. The voice insists. Wait. Wait. Wait. Soon the DOOR shall open wide for you, for each one who waits on ME!
Much love, my sis. thiaBasilia. 🙂 End of comment.
Now what, my Father? Ah! Little by little You are formulating Your plan in my head and heart. I see. In awe of Your doings I remain. Let it rain. Let it flow my brain.
Saturday, November 4, 2017 at 2:22 am.-5:52 am.
I need to go back to sleep. I expect this to be one of the best 7th Day of Rest in a while. The last post was a hit with more likes than the previous one.
Your children are beginning to stir in my midst. And me? I wait. I wait. I wait until You deem necessary for me to wait.
Ahmad? Much laughter and fun at my expense. No pride left in me. Shamelessly, I talked about my foolishness in asking for a British husband. He laughed about it before, but now? He roared in laughter.
All the time? He’s been knowing he is the MAN to represent my Father for the rest of my days until Yahushua’s return. What a blessed moment we shared last night.
