You know I have lost my vision. Even so? No need to fret. Hope in You. There is always hope in You. Hope is the evidence of things not yet seen. Sleep is here. 3:27 am.
I AM the True Vine, and My Father is the Vinedresser.
It’s now Tuesday, May 1, 2018 at 8:04 am.
O my Father, how real You are to me. You know the agony before one is to drink the bitter cup of man’s rejection and betrayal.
You know the treachery of man’s ways and means to destroy Your Presence within us now; to destroy Your Presence in the world then. All done with the kiss of vain compliments.