Surprise! They refuse to come and help me because of the curfew. Am I hurt? Am I pointing fingers? Not at all! I am OK. In a couple of hours, You will give me Your strength to bring that blanket in.
“O thiaBasilia—O Child Of My Heart? Let Me remind you once again, the powers and principalities are intent in disrupting your peace, but!
Your peace is My peace. Your tears are My tears to see My people living in fear. No help for fear of the curfew. Not a thought to lay down their lives for you as I command them to do.