Feelings have betrayed me all my life. Feelings are the prison holding the human race at bay. Even so? My Father blasted that prison for me, but the shambles remain for a signal to look up and away!
How To Stay Put Not Wonder Away Astray From A Good Way? ….
Now? No matter how I feel? I look up and away from such a miserable way. Onward I am going! My Father is my Shepherd.
I am His little lost sheep He found a long time ago. He brought me back into His fold never to astray from Him again.
No Response. Should I Be Concerned ….?
Now? At moments like this moment of discomfort? I sense His comfort and care for me big time. So what if there was hardly any response for the post exposing the root of anger?
No one but one responded that is. One response that meant Your chosen’s response from the four corners of the earth. Quote:
Reading your post is like looking into a mirror.
My Life Is A Mirror In Your Hands, O My Father ….?
Indeed! My life is a mirror in Your hands, O my Father. A mirror to show us our reflection in Your eyes. Wow! I never saw it like that until I read that response.
Anyhow? Much has transpired in the last few years that have caused separation among ourselves. Many former followers no longer follow me. Why?
To put it bluntly?
We are not serving the same Master. My Brother along the multitude at large are serving the Master by the name of Norman Vincent Peale—The symbol of riches and prosperity by the power of the human mind.
At first, when I realized the matter? I had hope for the best, but? the worse happened—my Brother took his stand on Norman Vincent Peale.
