Well? You know that I am cold. Also, I have too many irons on the fire. Plus? Can’t quit thinking about the awful state of the apartment comes wintertime, and other problems that only You can take care of.
Help Me My Master! Get Those Irons Off The Fire In My Mind …
Yes! My mind is like a burning furnace always devouring wild imaginations of mine. Only the power of Your love and wisdom can get that fire under control. Maybe I’ll go to bed, if nothing else to warm up. I’ll see.
No Bed. Instead? Back To The Beginning …?
Saturday, October 26, 2019 at 5:58 am.
What beginning, my Master? The beginning from 27 years ago. The reminder of the best seven years You gave me. That was the time You gave me my first place of quiet and safety.
The Time Was October 21, 1986. You Promised Me That Place, And …?
You promised I was to be Your minister, Your mouthpiece if I separated the precious from the vile unwarranted auspiciousness about Your faithfulness.
I Responded Willing To Obey. Within 6 Weeks Your Promise Became My Reality …?
You placed me under the tutelage of my Honey—a senior gentleman of integrity. Seven years exactly, and? You took him away. Instead of bed, I searched and found the record. Quote:
On Sunday, the 18th day of October 1992 about 5 in the morning I heard him trying to cough and I hurried up to give him some ice chips and a few drops of morphine. As I did that, he spoke to me what was to be his last words, he said to me, “I love you.” He said nothing else. I remember comforting him, holding his hand, reading him the Scriptures. I remember my daughters Denise and Robin calling me by phone and I remember Genie coming in and sitting with him while I took a shower.
Then I remember being alone with him while Genie went to get dressed and I remember singing many songs to him while I held his hand. On his last moments he heard me sing to him, “When we all get to heaven, what a day of rejoicing that will be when we all see Yahushua and sing and shout the victory!” Then, he went into a coma. He was staring into the ceiling and Genie and I kept trying to close his eyes, but he wouldn’t close his eyes.