The days and the nights, the weeks, the months and the years come and go swiftly flying to the end of the line with our Father’s precise time! Yet, to our eternal future for man to delegate? There is no time!
Meanwhile, I travel alone, singing a song up towards the Son! The star upon high leads the way beyond the sky! And onwards I travel without delay because my Teacher leads the way!
Where am I going? Clearly? I do not yet see the New Yerushalayim descending on the Land…
Perhaps this is the time for me to be tried, smelted, and refined! And for that? I rejoice! I am glad!
For I know that my redemption draws nigh. His grace is sufficient unto me to lift my gaze up to see the King descend from the sky!
And so, my Father? Your grace is sufficient unto me. I will continue to go on & on waiting for the Son until Kingdom come!
Journal—An Ongoing Dialog Between thiaBasilia And Master Yahuwah/Yahushua. …
Thursday, May 17, 2018 at 12:50 pm.
What is it, my Father? I feel like nothing can affect my being, whether good or bad. Have I given up?
Father? It surely is strange. I posted the last post more than an hour ago, and? I have no response yet. Usually readers respond within a few minutes of my posting. What does it mean?
I am feeling so strange. Can’t stop thinking about myself and all it concerns me and all the people of my concern.
What is it, my Father? I feel like I am suspended from or above all things. I feel like nothing can affect my being, whether good or bad. Have I given up?
Are You not making an impact in the world with whatever You give me to write? Or have I deviated from writing what You give me? Am I writing on my own?
I need to stop all of these questions, but I can’t. You know that my Father. You have a reason for every minute detail of my life. I wait on You.
So Much Information ….?
So many suggestions for every situation in our lives. So much information. Is what I write in the line of information? If it is so my Father, show me the way to stop such line. I wait on You.
It’s only 2:34 pm but it feels like the day should be farther advanced. The truth is I still feel the trembling from the killing of the snake dream and its meaning.
I Fear You O Mighty One ….?
I fear Your wrath against all evil—against all sin. Against You and You alone we sin, but! We are oblivious to such monumental fact. Father? Now I have heard Your report, and?
