Take the coal. Touch my lips as many times as You deem necessary to do. Send me. The aftermath of COVID 19 seems to be one of hate and shock but no change.
My precious children: Your so loved world are dusting themselves ready to mount their own rides to continue the rebellion against Your loving commands. Still? There is hope.
Send Me. Send The Message You Have Given To Me To Proclaim This Year 2020 To Be? …
Your restoration year. No matter what. No matter who. No man or devil can come close to thwart Your passionate love for Your creation including us rebellious humans. Quote:
Who shall ever separate us from Yahuwah/Yahushua’s love? Shall suffering and affliction and tribulation? Or calamity and distress? Or persecution or hunger or destitution or peril or sword?
Even as it is written, For Thy sake we are put to death all the day long; we are regarded and counted as sheep for the slaughter. [Psa_44:22]
Yet amid all these things we are more than conquerors and gain a surpassing victory through Him Who loved us.
For I am persuaded beyond doubt (am sure) that neither death nor life, nor angels nor principalities, nor things impending and threatening nor things to come, nor powers,
Nor height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation will be able to separate us from the love of our Creator which is in Yahushua Messiah our Master.
Your Loving Voice Resounds In My Ears Down To The Depth Of My Heart …
What a Mighty One of hope You are! In You, with You? There is always HOPE! And on this note You will have me to close this post.
Your love in my heart for all. thiaBasilia.