Hit Bottom! The Deepest Part Of My Soul …

 

What Was Dormant Down There? …

The Deepest Root Of All My Life’s Misery …

Flash Memories That Gives Chills To Our Bodies—Trauma In Our Brains …

The Creator At Work. Completion Of My Pain And Misery, I Hope …

Friday, April 5, 2019 at 7:11 pm.

O My Father—O Father Of Mine? Only You know the strength of this painful circumstances on me. And You never give me any more than what I can take. Let it be.

No Need To Call For Human Help …

Friday, April 5, 2019 now at 7:38 pm.

Father? You know how I am feeling about my insidious calling on people for help and for company. No human is willing to help unless I return to their lifestyle.

That’s Not Going To Happen, And? …

You know it my Father. No human can effectively help another human without You anyhow. I’m going to bed. You alone are my Helper.

  • Ha! My pain? Accelerated to the max! I laid there unable to sleep. Tears flowing. Flashes of the most remote evils done long, long time ago.
  • Up and down the hours flew by. Help, my Father, help.

The time was around 1:30 am on Saturday, April 6, 2019.

Mercy! Let Me Forgive Myself. Let Them Forgive Me …

Mercy! Mercy! I pleaded in all earnest. The covers became heavier than ever. My left foot felt like something was cutting it off. My body? Hot! Up went arms and feet. Off went the heavy covers!

Freedom! Like Magic? The Pain And Misery Ceased …

Phew! What a relief! I laid there for a moment enjoying the comfort of my body. I got up. My mind? Absorbing the love and wisdom from on high. I headed to the kitchen. I washed the dishes. Then?

I Heard Quite Clearer Than Ever Before That Lovely Voice From Within My Heart …

“Pause. Reflect. O thiaBasilia—O Child Of My Heart? Pause. Reflect.”

Sleep. Could Not Keep My Eyes Opened. I Headed For Bed …

Did not record the time, but! Next? Woke up refreshed! The time? Saturday, April 6, 2019 at 7:41 am. It’s now Saturday, April 6, 2019 at 9:42 am.

Which Way To Go Now, My Father? …

Two hours since I woke up. Not a sound from Ahmad. Not a single email from my children or loved ones. Been reading about health and different issues of people’s concern.

Don’t Know What To Think. Not Sure On What To Do? I Wait On You …

Perhaps it’s time to clean up. Maybe fix some breakfast. Perhaps? Time to pause. Time to reflect. Time to give You my undivided attention? I want to cry but my eyes are dry. Help me, my Father, help me.

Ha! Your Words? Fulfilled Sooner Than I Could Have Ever Imagined …

“Pause. Reflect. O thiaBasilia—O Child Of My Heart? You have nothing to fear. You have all to rejoice.

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