Living A Thriving Life But!

(Hey! Anyone watching what is going in Jerusalem? The vacationers don’t see it but the locals do. The war is? O well! I am not a doomsayer, but! I’m realistic. The Creator is about to close the end curtain, that is obvious. I keep my shoes on while I wait secured in His Presence.)

Graphics. Pausing. Reflecting. Wash Dishes. Write. Publishing? Not Yet. Wait …

Sunday, November 3, 2019 at 11:02 am.

That’s how my spiritual life’s thriving goes. Doing graphics? Full concentration for long hours. Must pause. Reflect. Dishes need washing. Hum! Job done. Must write. Where was I?

Ah! Let Me Read. Need To Pick Up The Thread, But!

Too tired. Will sleep. I’ll write when I wake up. Well? On waking up, no pickup. Back to graphics. Pausing. Reflecting. Wash Dishes. Write. Publishing? Not Yet. Wait, and?

On It Goes! Do I Sound Boring? I Sure Do. Even So? …

While dragging on the track, to be exact? I’m sitting still as far as doing things on my own. Sitting still? Sitting still and yet my activity in the realm of the invisible Kingdom intensifies tenfold.

Me? I Forget All The Time Your Sound Words To Establish My Steps. Duh! …

Sunday, November 3, 2019 at 7:16 pm.

Even so? Despise all my forgets with wobbling steps, You never forget to establish those wobbling steps of mine. O but what a life to live! Never mind my boring times!

Publishing? Not Yet! Wait …

This sure is a waiting life. But what if? I am waiting on You. Right now? I’ll wait in bed. Perhaps You bless me with the precious sleep to ease my waiting.

Talking About A Copout? An Amazing Moment …

Master? You brought me into this world in a Catholic environment, but! One especial night, You called me out of that environment to accept Yahushua.

A Nine Year-Old Child Lifts Her Hand To Confess In Her Native Spanish Language, “Yo Acepto A Cristo Como Mi Salvador Personal.” …?

She was whisked to the front. On her knees. Copious tears flowing. Someone’s arm around her shoulders. That’s all she remembers of that night.

About The Next Day? Roberto Making Fun Of Her Confession …?

How fresh You keep those memories in my mind and heart. At this moment? I am realizing that from the beginning others poke fun at my most precious moments.

The Catholic Environment? Not My Destiny …?

A vivacious young lady confined in a Catholic boarding house while attending the Catholic High School. She is a devoted Catholic young one and remains so until?

Marriage And Divorce Came Upon Her To Tear Up Her Most Highest Of Ideals …

Destiny. Sitting in her front yard. Cigarette in the left hand. Wine goblet in the right hand. Perhaps taking a breaking from her motherly chores. Suddenly! A beautiful young lady appears as if from nowhere.

“I Am The Preacher’s Wife From The Baptist Church. I Come To See If You Would Allow Diana To Attend …?

WHAT? No way! We are Catholic. Humbly the young lady explains, “But I am giving this party at my house just to get acquainted with the young girls in the vicinity.”

Her Humility Melts My Heart …

From that day on? Practically every week the young lady was at my front yard with the same request, “We are having a guest speaker, would you like to come to hear him?” No way! At last?

In Frustration, The Catholic Young Woman Waiving Her Cigarette And Wine Goblet Exclaimed, “We Are Catholics, Besides, I Am Not Giving Up This Or This” …?

The young lady did not flinch an eye. She calmly stated, “But you don’t have to give that up. Just come to visit.” Needless to say, for the first time in her life that Catholic young woman crossed the umbras of a Baptist Church!

The Beautiful Young Lady Stole Her Heart To Give It To Yahushua …

Of course! At that time? No idea of the name ‘Jesus’ was really ‘Yahushua’. The truth? The only name that young woman knew was the name of whoever Catholic Priest was her confidant at the moment.

The Miracle …

Within a few weeks? The whole Catholic family was re-baptized in the Baptist church! Unfortunately, or fortunately, the Baptist Church was not that Catholic young woman’s destiny as well.

Years And Years That Catholic Young Woman’s Tumultuous Life Develops …

In the pinnacle of righteousness. In the depth of unrighteousness. The waves constantly beating her up tor down. Emotionally unstable. Angry. Mentally insane. That’s the label.

Her Destiny? To Address The Creator’s Male Leaders Of His People …

“Not me!” she exclaims at the sound of those words to define her destiny. “Not me, I been a sinful woman, they will not listen to me!” She claimed in horror.

“I Don’t Want Them To Listen To You! I Want Them To Listen To ME!” …

Almost audible. Undeniable authority. “I will deliver the message tonight.” She had no other choice. By and by she consulted with the young pastor she so much admired.

A Gruesome Moment …?

“You have been hurt as a child. You are hurt. You are angry. That’s why you are giving us those ‘words from God’ to discharge your anger on us.”

A Copout! The Psychological Estimation Of Her Sacred Task …?

Devastated she went home to wail! Her tail at the bottom of that world’s psychological entail. Reality sets in. She was not to face a valley of roses. More likely a mountain peak of thorns and thistles were in her sight to pose.

Thorns And Thistles? …

Monday, November 4, 2019 at 12:21 pm.

My profile. Who am I? Past. Present. 1. Past. A woman with a dysfunctional past big time. No matter what I did or not did? I could not function in the society of mankind. 2. Present. A functional woman—a human being under the care & protection of the Almighty Father/Creator of our beings. 3. In the past? A defeated woman saddled not only with the Dysfunctional label but also with the Bipolar, Manic Depressive & Schizophrenic labels. 4. In the present? An overcoming woman by The Power Of Love From On High up above the sky! 5. By The Power Of Love From On High up above the sky? I have overcome not only the Dysfunctional label but also all the labels this world saddles on all unsuspecting human beings. I am now an inspirational writer. I write to give witness or evidence of the Mighty Presence of our Father/Creator.in my heart & in my practical life. Whatever for? What would my witness do for you? Woa! You got me there! But, right before Yahushua was caught up in the clouds to go to the right hand of the Father, Yahushua said, Acts 1:6-8 It is not for you to become acquainted with and know what time brings [the things and events of time and their definite periods] or fixed years and seasons (their critical niche in time), which the Father has appointed (fixed and reserved) by His own choice and authority and personal power. But you shall receive power (ability, efficiency, and might) when the Set-Apart Spirit has come upon you, and you shall be My Witnesses in Jerusalem and all Judea and Samaria and to the ends (the very bounds) of the earth. … In view of the above Scriptures the writer records the journal of her daily living to give an account—to witness of the work that the Almighty Creator of our beings has done and continues to do in her life. I am a witness of the Almighty Creator of our beings in my heart & soul and in my practical daily existence! This is not a bogus claim but a reality in the life of the Author/Publisher of one of these books or SITES that you are now viewing! Thanks for your kind attention!

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