Relief. A cup of mint/basil tea helped. The time? In a moment this oppression shall be history. The noise around me. The silence inside. The pain in my right hand and shoulder?
Your Grace Is Sufficient Unto Me To Suffer It All Graciously …
I’m going on. Sober on lower seas. Fearless on higher ones. Either way? You are at the helm of The Turquoise Rose Ship I’m sailing on. No need to be overwhelm.
Open The Door! Turn On The Light. Hit The Sack. That’s That!
Thursday, September 12, 2019 at 7:10 pm.
I did but it didn’t help. Guess that was not that! Excruciating pain. So be it. I refuse to complain. A cup of pure coffee with honey seems to be helping.
You Are In Control. No Matter What? I Refuse To Complain …
Thursday, September 12, 2019 at 10:56 pm.
I am not out of ideas to help myself, but! I’m replete with respect and fear for and of You. I will not repine. I wait on You with patience and composure. Shut off pc. 11:20 pm.
Ready To Talk Turkey Again, My Master. You Know It, But!
Friday, September 13, 2019 at 6:04 am.
First? I sense You calling me to sleep. Well? I guess You were not calling me to sleep. I could not sleep. I got up. All kinds of things been running through my mind because of pain, lack of appetite and now lack of sleep.
You Have Shown To Me All Physical Conditions Are Rooted In The Spiritual …
Friday, September 13, 2019 at 8:44 am.
Every single day You demonstrate what You show to me. My body reacts to what is going on in my spirit. A Lame Duck? That revelation threw me for spin downwards.
I Reverted To My Old Way Of Thinking Big Time, But! …
You kept me from staying there. Even so? A Lame Duck? Because Ahmad is not supporting me. From that thinking? Because. Because. Because kept churning in my mind until a moment ago.
It Came To Me, Why Are Sitting Here Imagining All Sorts Of Because? …
Call Ahmad. Find out what’s going on. Sure enough, I called. Didn’t have in mind to blow up in anger but that’s exactly what I did. Next? I began to think of jumping ship, but then?
I Lift Up My Voice, Where Can I Go From Your Spirit My Master? …
Behold! Your Power Of Love and wisdom. It Never Fails. It Always Avails! I began to reason, You have planted me here. I am established. I am safe and secure. What nonsense is this of ‘jumping ship’?
Back To Your Track. Holding On To Your Rail On High Sea Waters …
High Sea Waters? Treacherous waters! Unless I hold on to Your rail? I’ll be drowning without fail, but! You are at the helm. Should I let go of Your rail? You tilt the ship to save my tail—a take from Psalms 37:23-24.
The steps of a [good] man are directed and established by the Master when He delights in his way [and He busies Himself with his every step]. Though he falls, he shall not be utterly cast down, for the Master grasps his hand in support and upholds him.
Where Am I Going From Here On? I Don’t Know. My Master Knows …
Saturday, September 14, 2019 at 5:39 am.
