You are now putting a hearty laugh at my own ridiculousness. Humor instead of anger is my gifted motto. I left my recording here. Went on to my fun jolly holly gifted graphics skill to fill.
O My Master! What A Blessing It Is To Create What You Procreate …
Friday, February 7, 2020 at 7:50 am.
O well! I just used those words referring to Your Creator sole right. In my thinking? I am not creating anything that You have not already created.
You Alone Are The Master Creator Of All In Existence …
Of course, many souls realize and live by that, but! for the most? Humankind makes heroes of anyone gifted to reproduce whatever You gift to some soul to reproduce.
(Wondering if I should sneak a delicious chunk of chocolate in my mouth? Problem: one little chunk leads to another and another until I get sick! Help, my Master HELP!)
Slept until Friday, February 7, 2020 at 2:13 am. Sleep again until 5:53 am.
Well? O My Master! You Are In Control Of My Daily Doings …
Friday, February 7, 2020 at 2:09 pm.
Yesterday I published about The Great Tribulation in the main site, but somehow, I did not publish in the rest of the sites. Now? The Net is not working again. I can’t publish. I wait on You.
The Reality Of Your Existence In My Heart And Life Sustains Me Victoriously …
Saturday, February 8, 2020 at 4:27 am.
One more 7th day of rest resting on You all the way. No kidding, in You I live and have my being. I slept for a few hours. Got up around 2:30 am. Went ahead with the posting of the Great Tribulation.
It’s Awesome To Experience Your Doings In My Life …
Saturday, February 8, 2020 at 10:02 pm.
O my Master! You have dried my tears of anxiety. You have steadied my steps. You have given me Your strength to overcome gloom or glee! Awesome are Your doings in my life as anyone shall see.
- It’s the end of my 7th Day of rest. Blustery winds all day. Rain. Ahmad promised to come but he didn’t. I’m cold even with the heat on, and? I am at peace resting on You regardless it all.
- Much accomplished in the graphics corner. But the NET not working, so I can’t continue with the task.
- It’s 10:20 pm. Perhaps will continue with the graphics on waking up. Will now head for bed to rest underneath Your everlasting arms.
O My Master! Hard Times Are Coming, And? Here I Am Worried About Black Chocolate! …
Hahaha! Humor instead of anger. Why should I worry about the hard times coming? Behold! You are in control! In control of it all, including my black chocolate, that’s for sure!
