Ready! Here Is The Sizzler Inspired To Burn—To Heal. It’s A Steal …?

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Saturday, January 11, 2020 at 2:57 pm.

Surely, I am so glad I am not You! Just to think about Your decrees makes me tremble, but! You are so good to me. When I get to trembling at the sight of Your decrees, You quickly do whatever to steady my knees.

  • This time? Yesterday You quickly answered my agonizing ‘what gives, my Master’?
  • Your words soothed and calmed my soul, but then?
  • You threw a sizzler my way.
  • Me? Your Queen?
  • That revelation threw me into a shocking spin until right now.

Just a few minutes ago I took a break to eat and digest the words You are speaking to me right now. Well? My doings when it comes to social etiquette leave much to be desired. So? As I am eating like would be classified like a ‘savage’ including licking my fingers and the works. Suddenly! This thing about being a Queen came to mind. Dignify? O mine, Master? Do that mean I’ll have to ‘behave’? and I’ll have to act instead of being spontaneous and humorous? O no! You’ll have to hide me! I won’t be able to go as I please for fear of shaming You. O no! that sure is something I am not looking forward to. Just as suddenly? My concepts about how I ought to be came crashing down. It came to me”:

Dignity Got Nothing To Do With The Defined Stifling ‘Social Grace’ I Know …

Saturday, January 11, 2020 at 10:38 pm.

Going to bed at 3:39 pm. Had a day of glee, but! I sensed it ending at that time. I went to bed hoping for Ahmad to surprise me with his visit. Well? I slept on and off until 8 pm. Stay in bed under covers still hoping for a visit that did not happen.

No Problem Anymore. Got Up. Composed Myself. Fixed Drink And Eats …

Tried the Internet. Not yet. What to do, my Master? I have somewhat of an idea for the next graphic, but I can’t work without the Internet. What are You teaching me now?

The heat is on but I am cold. My eats did sit too good in my belly. I don’t feel good. I’m beginning to sense tears. I’m not sleepy. I cannot stop wondering why Ahmad has not shown up or called. Perhaps he is out of town. Bless him wherever he is at.

Whatever happens next is all under Your loving control. I refuse to fret about it. You are here with me. You know exactly how to work all things for my good and Ahmad and my children and all of my concern’s good.

I rest and wait on You with greater confidence than ever before.

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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/ 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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