My request now? I don’t want to go back to my people’s ways. You know the intensity of Your love in my heart for them, but! I cannot disobey You.
I’ll wait until You bring my people back to Your home where they belong. No need to chat and dance around the worldly ways prevailing for the moment.
Your only ask of me to sit still. To wait for Your deliverance. To write and publish and optimize. Thanks for giving the power of Your love to do so.
Set A Guard On My Lips. Take Control Of My Thoughts And Feelings.
O my Father? You always know the thoughts running through my mind. You always know how I feel about all that goes on near and far from me.
You always know how prone I am to express my thoughts and feelings, but! Every time I do so? I get loss and confused. Not knowing whether my behavior is pleasant in Your sight.
What is it that I am so disgusted about? I can hardly bear to think of acting nice and understanding. How can I, my Father, how can I condole the present human spectrum?
How can I smile and go along with the new ‘free’ generation? They are free indeed—free from Your loving control and good will for us.
Could I be in the wrong? Could I be judging and condemning when I have no business in doing so? What is wrong, my Father?
The truth of the matter? Who cares? Who gives a dam about anything I feel, think, do, say? Ah! “You never change! I see you later when you are in a better mood.” That’s from the ones closest to me. The rest?
It’s “Good bye!” at its best. Who cares? Be free! Unconditional love! You want to defy all decency? You want to practice immorality?
