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Saturday, July 14, 2018 at 9:10 am.

Not Feeling Good At All, But! ….?

Father? Here I am at last! Been up since way early this morning, but! You know how and what I was feeling and thinking. Not too good!

I was not thinking or feeling like I used to think or felt before, no, not at all. Miserable and frustrated yes, but! My attitude?

A Reasoning Attitude ….?

Not one of anger. Not one of despair. Not one of feeling sorry for myself. Nay! My attitude? One of reasoning with You, my Father. Wow!

A Marvelous Thing ….?

What a marvelous thing it is to have You by always. What a marvelous thing it is to know You care for me like the best mother or father could have ever taken care of me!

I Won’t Write! Nothing To Report Anyhow? Oh? ….

Dear Reader, this morning likens many other mornings? I woke up screaming in pain. I sat up. I said, “Father? You see? Why do I hurt when I am doing all things You lead me to do for my health?”

I got up. I could hardly walk, but! I went on and on doing whatever I needed to do. I came to the computer. Began to optimize the graphics.

I drank some water, but! I had no desire for tea, coffee, food, walking, not even an inkling of desire to write.

All the time?

I Sensed My Father’s Watchful Eye On Me.

He let me be. Pretty soon? The frustration with my graphics skill to perfect those graphics came to a halt. Things begun to progress in that area, but! The best part?

While Things Are Beginning To Work, The Tears Began To Flow Profusely. Why?

Lately I have been seeing visions of scenes with one or the other of my children. Hurtful memories surfaced leaving me wondering why?

Why Such Visions? It Came To Me.

Those are memories of unresolved hurts holdings against my child. I cried to my Father about it. “How can I forgive and forget when my child does not acknowledge hurting me?”

Even worse, my child considers herself above reproach. She holds me guilty of breaking away from her. How can I let go of this matter, my Father? How can i quit expecting for my child’s recognition of her wrong?

My Buried Issues. Why did I bury those issues ….?

Wow! It just came to me, dear Reader, it just came to me. That’s something I could not do, so? I just buried the issue within me, but!

Those buried issues within anyone MUST be exposed and disposed, only?

Though that we know it, we CANNOT do anything about it. We can fool ourselves practicing all kinds of methods and ways to help ourselves to forgive, forget, go on with our lives, but!

The Cause Of All Our Discomforts.

That buried issue? The truth? It will pop! Sometimes? Causing a deadly explosion. For the most? The cause of all our discomforts.

Ha! So that’s what’s happening in the neck of my woods!

Father is exposing and disposing of all my buried issues one by one. Today? Right at this moment? That buried issue with my child? Gone! Honestly. I can’t explain it. A fact need not explanation.

Power to function not just normally but JOYFULLY!

This is joy inexplicable. Full of my Father’s esteem and honor. I am not elated or deflated. I’m empowered to joyfully function today.

Ha! I might even get to wash my clothes I been neglecting to do, and? My fiascos with the sites? Fast progress today for sure!

Meantime and until the next post? His love in my heart for you dear Reader and for all? Stays there in my heart to stay for eternity, your sister.

Not thiaBasilia anymore. Why? Because I am not the Author of the underlaying message in the posts.

(What u think of my optimized graphic? I think it's beautiful because Father optimized my soul while I optimized the graphic! WOW!)

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