Many closed doors finding.
The imagination blowing things out of proportion.
Troubles at high sea.
Smooth sailing waters.
The almost open door.
In the interior garden.
My future home in Your so ever real but invisible Presence forever to be. Never alone anymore the end is to be for me.
- Graphic finished. No Internet. Computer off. Heading for bed on Sunday, March 1, 2020 at 1:07 am.
The 3rd Month Of 2020 Year Is Here! …
Sunday, March 1, 2020 at 8:33 am.
How is it finding me? Resting secured in Your Secret Place. What a blessing. The rain was pouring down. The winter raged all night. The wind roared its terrifying sound.
Me? Undisturbed. Finished My Task. Turn Off. Headed For Bed …
What a difference from my past anxiety days. Now set all the way in Your ways. No worries. No sorriest. It all now under Your full control more than ever before!
The Woman Of Faith Or The Faithful One? …
The human mind? Must figure it out yet or, what’s the need for my figuring? What is to be in Your heart and mind is to be despite my thinking, feeling, or figuring.
All exposed in the previous lines. All is happening on Your exact time. All inhabitants on these earthly grounds shall now bow down. It’s not about my faith. It’s all about Your faithfulness, O Mighty Faithful One!
That’s The Fact To Be Exact …
Much love to all. thiaBasilia.