Journal—An Ongoing Dialog Between thiaBasilia And Master Yahuwah/Yahushua. …
Tuesday, December 26, 2017 at 9:23 am.
What’s all needed to do?
Praise and rejoicing is all there is in my heart if not in my mind. Bless my heart, but! My mind is no longer a problem. All needed to do? Disregard even my highest and best ideas coming to mind!
Is it an impossible thing to do? Yes, it is, until? The Father/Creator declares all impossible to become possible. Isn’t that something?
I Must wait. I Must sit still…
Thanks, my Father. This morning I ran out of gas. Unlike past times, this time? No panic. No whining. No lamenting. No pointing fingers.
Only power to praise and rejoice. Peace. Power to wait. Power to sit still. Somehow? You are taking care of me. The food supply is running low. Ahmad is ill. Not able to visit.
Your wisdom prevails. Why should I burden Ahmad with my needs at times like he is going through? Nay! I must wait. I must sit still. Nowadays? I pause. I reflect. No more neglect.
I’m going on. Victoriously, I’m going on. Gas to cook and for heat in this cold spell we are going through? Not there, yet? No despair!
The depressing weather—rain and raging wind? No longer affecting the joy within. What a feat to win! Hahaha! HalleluYah! What a wonder!
All posts are up to date. I need to take a break. I will now turned off the computer. Its need to clear old content.
My Help Comes From You….
Tuesday, December 26, 2017 at 9:28 pm.
It’s been 12 hrs. since I recorded. I’m here, my Father. Cold and uncomfortable, but! Still paying no mind to external feelings of any kind. Any way to defeat my conquer and feat my mind cannot find.
It’s Your work. It’s Your power of love and wisdom. Your power no foe can withstand. My help comes from You. Let man claim that it’s coming from man. Still, my help comes from You.
Ahmad called. What for? Only to continue his ploy to defeat Your work in me. He failed again. Will it ever end? It will. You are in control.
Ahmad is Your child. You have the right to do as is necessary to do with Your son. I wait. I sit still. I do and respond to Ahmad as it fits You for me to do and to respond.
All good and bad things coming to me from man could and have harmed me, but! You are my Shield and my Protector. You are my Deliver. You are my Father. You are my Master.
You turned Your face away from me….
Most of my life I lived in ignorance. I suffered at the mercy of mankind, why? Your unfathomable wisdom so designed it for me to be. To what end? To teach me obedience.
You turned Your face away from me. Reason? I had my face stuck in the kindness or evil done to me. My mind set on mankind.
I went to hell and back. Love and peace and such? In vain I searched. Such things in this insanity ridden world do not exist, but! Me? Persist. Persists. Most of my life persistent I existed.
What did I get? Tribulation and trials and distress and frustration, that’s all my mind could find, but! In conformity with Your design? You let me suffer.
Meanwhile? Tribulation and trials and distress and frustration became the tools in Your expert hands to mold and shape me into the image of Your Son. What a marvel now I see!
What Tribulation and trials and distress and frustration do now to me. Nothing. In my Father? I have perfect peace and confidence.
Whether good or bad man my perfect peace and confidence from and in my Father man cannot destroy, regardless their ploy, but!
Man persist. I insist. What can man do to me? I fear no man. Tribulation and trials and distress and frustration dealt to me? All comprised in the world, but!
No problem anymore. My Father has deprived the world of power to harm me. My Father has conquered the world for me. What more could I ever want for?
Now? No plot or ploy of mankind has any power me to destroy. Wisdom. Discernment to know who is who? I can be confident, certain, undaunted. Fearless I can now go on and on.
That’s my Father’s gifts to me in this ending 2017 year…
That’s my Father’s gifts to me in this ending 2017 year—the year of my deliverance. The year the Son at last set me free!
O My Father—O Father Of Mine? How can I thank You? In awe of Your doings, I fear and worship You. All deities usurping Your throne before? All gone!
So have You declared with Your gifts to me in this ending 2017 amazing year. This day is ending in a few minutes. So is this 2017 in just five days. Me? Replete with joyful anticipation.
Dear Reader, I leave you for now with my hope set on my Father to continue to touch your heart with these amazing happenings in my journey in His Presence.
It’s now 11:40 pm. I will go on to format and optimize this writing. I wait. I sit still otherwise. Perhaps going to bed? I’m cold. Perhaps get under my covers.
For sure whether cold or hot. Under my convers or shivering cold? I rest underneath Your everlasting arms. That’s all for this post my friend. Until I post it and beyond?
Your will find, His Love In My Heart For All Remains There To Stay For Eternity, thiaBasilia.