My Father has done the work in me. I do not any longer claim to know anything. I let my Father lead the way.
Anger Outburst!
Have I been misleading readers to think otherwise? How can this be after so many years of confessing and renouncing my life of foolishness? But my anger subsided.
I Asked of my Father—What Must I Do Now? I Hear,
Again, My child, You are to do nothing else on your own cognition, but to write and publish and optimize what I quicken to you. I am doing the rest.
Sit still. From now on? Do not call or expect any calls. Do not expect anything from anyone.
I am with you. I am taking care of everything about you and your love ones.
Continue with your task. Do not question your doings. I’m the One quickening you to do whatever you need to do or to write on the spot.
Relax. Sleep. Eat and drink whatever I supply for you. Do not complain.
Closing This Post With The Content For The Next ….?
Thursday, July 26, 2018 at 8:47 am.
In My Distress Last Night? I called upon You to make Yourself real to me. Your reality materialized instantaneously. I composed myself.
You set in my mind the graphical expression about the Penthouse. I proceeded to work on it. The distressful circumstances of last night receded for the moment. Slept on and off. Ate. Drank. Finished the graphic, then? Wow!
The Moment Of Truth ….?
The phone rang. Ahmad on the line? Greetings and apologies. Then? The information, and? Call ended.
The moment of truth begins. That information from Ahmad? Only Your call to face my guilt—my sin. I headed for bed to face that moment. WOW!
That shall be the subject for the next post. Meantime and until the next post? Much love in my heart for you dear Reader and for all. Your sister, thia.
