Journal—An Ongoing Dialog Between thiaBasilia And Master Yahuwah/Yahushua. …
All You done for me. Me? Stuck in my own delusions….? Not no more!
Much accomplished today, My Father! As if You didn’t know it. Anyhow? You know that I was unable to make MAMP work like I did in the past.
I will again turn off and disconnect the computer. I’ll go to bed. Hope You give Your beloved sleep.
Monday, February 26, 2018 at 3:51 am.
It’s been about 30 minutes since I woke up. A new attitude. A new day. In Your Presence I remain. What a grand terrain!
- You have wiped my tears away.
- You have set me free to be.
- From my own wicked man inside my human carcass?
- You have set me free to be.
You have brought me from the darkness of my abode in the wicked man inside of me, to the Light of Your Presence in my heart forever to be.
The Wicked Man Inside Of Me?
You have, masterfully deprived it of his control over me. How can that be?
I used to read the last line, ‘…. There is no peace for the wicked.’ And? I would pat my self-righteous me in the back.
I would exclaim, “There is no peace for ye all wicked sinners! Repent!” never, ever thinking, I was talking to my own wicked self-righteous me.
Isa 57:19 Peace, peace, to him who is far off [both Jew and Gentile] and to him who is near! says the Master; I create the fruit of his lips, and I will heal him [make his lips blossom anew with speech in thankful praise]. [Act_2:39; Eph_2:13-18; Heb_13:15]
Isa 57:20 But the wicked are like the troubled sea, for it cannot rest, and its waters cast up mire and dirt.
Isa 57:21 There is no peace, says my God, for the wicked.
Prayer Routine Busted!
Duh! Self-righteousness is an abomination—a stench unto the Father’s nostrils, but! My Father set me free to be from that wicked man inside of me. How?
It came to be one morning after many years of my morning routine of prayer for at least one hour. My routine?
Invariable, I would jump out of bed unto my knees by my bed side. Bible opened I would begin in whatever I had left the day before.
Sometimes? A pleading voice. Sometimes? A glad voice. Lots of times? A pleading, lamenting voice. I would sing. I would cry. I would fall on my face, and much more, until?
March 22, 2018
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March 22, 2018
Wondering, You could email me: [email protected]. It be nice to communicate with someone who catches my drift. 🙂