I wait.
Wow! What a clue! You directed me to: https://thiasjournal.wordpress.com/2020/11/09/demise-of-my-tumultuous-past/.
Thank You! The Something In The Back Of My Mind? No Longer I Can Find …
You never fail to come to my aid even when I am so bog down that I can’t recognize You nor Your help. But that is the way is supposed to be.
It Is Now Friday, December 25, 2020 At 7:10 Am Big Day For The Christians! Me? …
It’s a big day for me as well but that got nothing to do with ‘Christmas’. By far if anything? Christmas has been a thorn in my heart for many years now. But? Enough said about that. Guess what?
- My concern? Not Christmas!
- The stimulus check! Rats!
- Now we have to wait until Monday while they celebrate ‘Christmas’.
- Ludicrous! They not even ‘Christians’ most of them pagans!
- Ah but! What the sense. Let them keep their pretense.
- The day is coming when it all make sense.
- Meanwhile?
- Will the kings ever quit their empty scheme?
- And will I ever quit my bickering about then ludicrous routines?
- Duh!
My Beloved Master? You Know All About It And? …
Instead of bickering? You have filled my heart with laughter this morning! No kidding! This life in Your Presence is so ever unique. The way You turn the tables on me? I am using the same technique with my scoundrel of a son.
- Yeah! You know it.
- He is a scoundrel but he likes to think he is an angel.
- Ah! How shocking for him to see the evil doings around.
- He comes in the door with the latest!
- I look straight at him over my spectacles.
- And you? What about you Ahmad xxx?
- Ah! Oh! Me? Am I that bad?
- Yes you are maybe not as bad as I am!
- Ha! That’s when I get his attention.
The Truth? Ahmad Is Your Beloved Son …
You have only given me glimpse at the immensity of talents and gifts and such You have bestowed to this? O well! He is far from being a scoundrel but he tries to be one and when it backfires on him? He falls to pieces!
Strange Happenings …?
It is now Saturday, December 26, 2020 at 12:29 am. What happen? I recorded and saved all that happen from 11 am until the Internet failure around 5 pm. Next? I slept until around 6 pm.
- I don’t remember at what time I got up to find the computer was off.
- When I turned it on it went into the old account as before.
- I proceeded to turn it off/unplug and restart but this time the right account came on but!
- My latest saved entries? Gone!
- Master? What is happening?
Again? I Had Exhausted All Possibilities To Restore To No Avail …
So? I talked to Joyce for a couple of hours. By that time it was around 3 am. I turned off/unplugged and went to bed. Slept until about 6 am. I helped myself to some coffee and eats. It is now Saturday, December 26, 2020 at 6:59 am.
What Is To Be Today My Master? …
It is now 7:01 am on this last glorious 7th Day of Rest. Your Presence is so real I could almost touch You. No kidding. You know what my talk to Joyce earlier represented.
Ah! What A Marvel! That Is What Is To Be Today. Amazing! …
What a lively interchange! The best talk ever between Joyce and I. Master? You know that I haven’t got the slightest of what I do or don’t do. So? I just do. Not my best nor my worst. Just do or don’t do.
- Guess I do not make sense to anyone but myself but that is A-OKAY!
- So? That was all about my long talk with my beloved ally of over 30 years. Wow!
- Guess we are like night and day.
- She is the day in this world, she sees things clearly in this world’s daylight.
- I am the night in my Master’s habitat, not able to see with my normal eyesight at that.
- And You? My goodness! What are You letting me see? You created both she and me.
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