The Best Is Yet To Come. Soon We All Shall Know Somehow …
The Best Is Yet To Come. Thank You. Up Around 3: 20 Am. Ready …?
It is now Sunday, January 24, 2021 at 4:32 am. I am as cold as the North Pole but ready to go on and on joyfully marching in Your Presence alone. What was I relating about myself on waking up?
- I am a very wealthy queen. My Father owns the cattle of a thousand hills, but! O well! Here in this world? I am a pauper though not a beggar. Only One who is extremely poor. Poor?
- That I am! Poor in all the tinsels in this so loved world of Yours!
- I am so glad, with all such tinsels to have had had had!
Instead? Wealth. Health. Restored Galore! …
Ah! But soon? The disclosing of our sonship shall be revealed! The enemy of our souls shall soon be doom! O death? Where is your sting we shall sing!