O my Father how can I judge and condemn my Ahmad? There but by Your grace and favor in Ahmad? I see myself! We are both human beings. Have mercy, O my Father have mercy! Goes my cry.
What can I hope for, my Father? It’s a new day. Can I hope for You revealing Yourself to me again today? What can I hope for, O my Father!
I do not want to go my way. What can I hope for on this new day that for me You have made? Am I keeping Your commands to me? You promised as it’s written,
John 14:21 AMPC+
(21) The person who has My commands and keeps them is the one who [really] loves Me; and whoever [really] loves Me will be loved by My Father, and I [too] will love him and will show (reveal, manifest) Myself to him. [I will let Myself be clearly seen by him and make Myself real to him.]
My goodness! O my Father? I dare not to record what came to mind as I am recording these lines. The spiritual waves directed my way are, by far? Too much these days. I wait. I sit still.
My shrilling cry for help stands. This time? I am not on a tangent lured. I must endure. I must wait. I must sit still at any cost of patience for the most? Wait. Sit still. That’s what I’ll do without any more ado.
It was 5:30 am when I made up my mind to wait. To sit still and wait in regard to this matter of Yahushua revealing Himself to me.
Maybe a humble beggar at my door could show?
It would be really easy for me to go with my imagination on how that revelation is to take place. I know it would be nothing like the most glamorous ways I can ever imagine.