It was and it still is, ALL about YOUR love YOUR faithfulness not just for me, but! For the world of Your creation in need of Your salvation.
Remembering The Printed Words In My Heart And Mind ….?
Such words make me conclude. No need for my Father in my heart and mind to grieve. Only need?
To stop all my foolishness of unworthy suspicions about His love and faithfulness for all.
Yes! In my distress, I have cried unto Him and He, always, answered me, but! Today?
His answer resonated within my being in the most powerful way than ever before! How amazing are His ways!
Oh my Father! Your words resonate in my ears still, infusing Your strength and power in the deepest part of my being!
I will never be the same from here on to the rest of my allotted time on these earthly grounds. This to be a sober conclusion to end this post.
His Command To Me Personally ….?
It was indelibly printed in my heart and mind on that memorable day of October 21, 1986. Quote,
“Thia—My child, If you return and give up this mistaken tone of distrust and despair, then I will give you again a settled place of quiet and safety, and you will be My minister; and if you separate the precious from the vile, cleansing your own heart from unworthy and unwarranted suspicions concerning My faithfulness, you shall be My mouthpiece.
“But do not yield to them. Let them return to you—not you to the people.
“And I will make you to this people a fortified, bronze wall; they will fight against you, but they will not prevail over you, for I am with you to save and deliver you, says Yahuwah your Master and Deliverer!
“And I will deliver you out of the hands of the wicked, and I will redeem you out of the palms of the terrible and ruthless tyrants.
In Closing This Post …?
Dear Reader, I leave ye all with that thought in mind as it is in my own mind. The remembrance of those words?
The cause for my anger and disgust and need to this world blast, it’s all gone! Time for me now to reconsider my own repentance.
Time for me sober to be. I am free sober to be because of Thee, O my Father. No need for You on my account to grieve. No need my unworthy suspicious insistence to relive.
