A Gift To All From A Mother…

0 A Gift To All From A Mother

Sunday, May 13, 2018 at 8:32 am.

Thanks, my Father! What a day of remembrance this is! Some fifty-eight years ago I became a Mother. Such an Odyssey both physical and spiritual worthy to recall.

Thorns and thistles and gorgeous flowers found along these earthy grounds journey—the thorns and thistles of Father’s discipline—the gorgeous flowers of His love forever in my heart blooming. What an odyssey!

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What’s A Defeated Mother? The Mother That I Used To Be Even Yesterday ….?

Journal—An Ongoing Dialog Between thiaBasilia And Master Yahuwah/Yahushua. …

Saturday, May 12, 2018 at 8:16 am.

Be back. Will post Peace Like a River in My Soul. I’m back. It’s now Saturday, May 12, 2018 at 2:56 pm. What have I been doing all day?

Checking the profiles/posts/teachings from those who visit the blogs. Some are encouraging Some? Leave me with one thought,

The Works Of The Human Mind—The Carnal Mind ….?

The works of the human mind—the carnal mind ingrained in our beings from birth until death do us part, for the most? Is forever developing doctrines and teachers and teachings, but?

All of that is coming to an end by the power of love from high. Even so, powerful testimonies of His Presence in our lives?  Far in between so far.

What Are My Grounds For Such Statement?

Solid grounds! The work of the Spirit of the Father/Creator within my being and in every minute detail of my life? That’s my grounds.

The Mother That I Used To Be Even Yesterday ….?

Sunday, May 13, 2018 at 12:51 am.

Wow! O my Father! My mouth hangs open to see a portrait of myself in the ‘trash bin’ of my Gmail inbox. What on earth am I about to ramble on?

The post in my trash bin I spotted before I went to sleep earlier, but! I just left it alone, I did not deleted, I was too worn -out with all the reading of posts—didn’t have the inkling for one more.

A Plea to my Father ….?

O my Father, You know that I didn’t even closed the trash bin, I went to sleep pleading with You to deliver me from my own carnal feelings of a defeated one.

What’s Getting to Me ….?

Not finding physical connection with anyone experiencing Your Presence in the same manner that You are letting me experience? It’s simply getting to me, but!

No matter, in gloom or glee what do I do?

I come to Thee! O but how real You are to me! You gave me to sleep, sleep, and sleep until midnight. Next?

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