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The Saga In 2020 …
Thursday, January 16, 2020 at 5:57 am.
The tittle to continues my life’s saga in 2020—the year to prepare. Prepare for what? The greatest tribulation ever to enter in the human mind.
- The cover is finished …
Two Days Work And Going. Now What? …
Friday, January 17, 2020 at 3:57 pm.
Master! What is it that I am doing? So much comes to mind. Two days not inclined to record. Perhaps it’s the hour when my body goes down. Perhaps I must head for bed. I wait on You.
Well? End Of Friday. Still Don’t Know What Am I Doing? …
Saturday, January 18, 2020 at 12:29 am.
O my Master! only You know all things. I don’t even know how or why my feelings and my thoughts go this way or the other. Guess they called them moods.
I’m really disgusted with the goings on in this world. I know in my heart how sound Your promises to do good for us are.
But I live among people who either ignore or misinterpret You and Your promises. You know what is it that goes on in my mind about it.
You know how people makes me feel and think about them. Everybody with their own opinion; with their own agenda even if such is a religious agenda.
I do not have an agenda of my own. You have chosen me for Your bond servant. The only agenda I am compel to mind is Your agenda.
But somehow? I just don’t know anymore. I have worked on the cover for the last 3 days. It just don’ seem to be worth it. I’ll keep trying.
- I’ll clean it up. Instead of text I’ll create a graphic. Hope. Always hope. His love His wisdom prevails!
I’m Working But! …
Saturday, January 18, 2020 at 3:40 am.
My heart is not into it. Help me to get out of this rut, my Master! Some times when nothing is working, I get the spills, and don’t even know what to drink? I lose heart. the works! I wait on You.
Whatever You Have For Me Next? I’m Ready …
Saturday, January 18, 2020 at 6:29 am.
You know all that’s happening. You know why. You never give any more than what I can take. You know how I hate to move, but! if that is in Your plan for me, so be it.
- Tried other versions of the cover. Still not with it. I wait.
The Cover? Not My Problem. What’s My Problem, My Master? …
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