And when this perishable puts on the imperishable and this that was capable of dying puts on freedom from death, then shall be fulfilled the Scripture that says, Death is swallowed up utterly vanquished forever in and unto victory. [Isa_25:8]
O death, where is your victory? O death, where is your sting? [Hos_13:14]. End of quote.
O Death, Where Is Your Victory? O Death, Where Is Your Sting I Can Now Sing …
No kidding! Restored brains You have now within me death slain! No more pain! The power of Your written words—the Sword of Your Spirit!
- Man, O man! I can go on and on for hours and days talking and telling and jumping for joy instead of jumping in pain.
- Hahaha! HalleluYah!
- It is now Saturday, August 21, 2021, at 8:04 am.
I Refuse To Fabricate Anything About What You Just Showed Me …
You sent me to the roof. The dove flew away as I entered the roof. I wondered. I came in, fixed a cup of coffee. Went back to the roof.
- Light blue covered sky.
- Not even a breeze blowing.
- No doves in sight.
- I sat zipping the hot coffee.
- I pondered.
- Suddenly! Over my head the fluttering wings.
- Quickly the white dove in my sight.
- White dove? Your Spirit?
- Now perched on top of this gifted quiet place for me to live in.
- First time visit.
What Are You Telling Me My Beloved Master? …
Yes, I was pondering all lately happenings. Pondering my reaction to end the post. Pondering my elation moment, no different than the elation rampart on this world claiming Your blessings.
- Just then? The White Dove symbol of Your Spirit flew over me.
- She looked around the roof.
- She looked at me.
- She lifted her tail up and down.
- She turned around twice.
- She looked at me again.
- She flew back the same way she flew in.
What Does It All Mean? Reverberated Within My Mind Again This Time …
I began to figure it all out. Then I thought, what am I doing? My figuring out never pans out. I came in. Sober. Not elated. Not deflated. Assertive. Sensing Your mighty wisdom to stop my figuring.
- So I wait.
- It is now Saturday, August 21, 2021, at 8:42 am.
- No sign of Ahmad.
- Not a trace of my former worries.
- No suffocating fears.
- My health?
- Holding up beautifully.
In A Twinkling Of An Eye This Is All Happening To Me …
It is coming to me that is what You have come to tell me. All is happening exactly as You said it was to happen not at all resembling to any of my figuring.
- All my figuring was scattered in my scattered brains.
- Restored brains.
- You have now within me death slain!
- No more pain!
- The power of Your written words—the Sword of Your Spirit!
- O death, where is your victory? O death, where is your sting?
Is It All For Me To Jump Around Without Restrain To Entertain?
It is quite in place to exclaim a thankful HalleluYah, but! A humble contrite spirit is what You expect from me. as in Psalms 51:15-19.
- Deliver me from blood-guiltiness and death, O my Master—my Beloved Yahuweh/Yahushua, the Almighty of my deliverance, and my tongue shall sing aloud of Your righteousness—Your rightness and Your justice.
- Oh my Master—my Beloved Yahuweh/Yahushua, open my lips, and my mouth shall show forth Your praise.
- For You delight not in sacrifice, or else would I give it; You find no pleasure in burnt offering.
- My sacrifice the sacrifice acceptable to You O my Master—my Beloved Yahuweh/ Yahushua is a broken spirit; a broken and a contrite heart broken down with sorrow for sin and humbly and thoroughly penitent, such, O my Master—my Beloved Yahuweh/Yahushua, You will not despise.
- Do good in Your good pleasure to Zion; rebuild the walls of Jerusalem. Then will You delight in the sacrifices of righteousness, justice, and right, with burnt offering and whole burnt offering; then bullocks will be offered upon Your altar. End of quote.
Unbelievable Display To Happen When Your Kingdom Down On Earth As It Is In Heaven Shall Materialize …?
There goes the answering to my pondering. The big displays of joy and glee are not for me right now. Why? I must mind Your words in the famous Sermon of the Mount for one clear passage.
That Settles The Matter. Neither Frivolous Not Stoic …?
Humor with a point and purpose is to be my motto instead of complaining in sorrow. How ‘bout that? This keyboard rhymes whatever I type like magic in toto.
- Oh my Master! I had forgotten all about Your instituted motto for me to go on from now on.
- My Master?
- No Ahmad. No friends. Silence. No honey. No chocolates. The abundance is turning into lack.
- Where is the humor in all of that?
I Just About Audible Hear Your “Come Down, My thiaBasilia …
Come down! Be still. Let go. Wait!” Wait at times like this? And when I think of the multitude at the foot of Your throne waiting to be avenged? Man! I got reason to wonder about this waiting thing.
- Do You blame me?
- Ah! But I know You don’t.
- O well! I guess I have no choice but to wait and hope.
- Hope is the evidence of things not yet seen.
- It is now Saturday, August 21, 2021, at 12:20 pm.
What? It Is Only 12 Pm. I Thought To Be At Least The Days End …?
Ha! The editing! The posting! Thank You for reminding it to me. Help me now to accomplish the task before the end of this day as per Your instructions.
- It is now Saturday, August 21, 2021, at 4:53 pm.
- At last! Heading to posting grounds after I have edited all graphics and latest text.
- Hope to publish while the NET is cooperating.
The Beginning Of The Great Darkness …?
It is now Tuesday, August 10, 2021, at 9:53 pm. In front of the screen my eyes closed only to see the ominous frightening black cloud covering the sky steadily advancing, but! Still some light left. I opened my eyes.
A Ruse To Deceive …?
Bed. It is now Wednesday, August 11, 2021, at 1:03 am. You woke me up. You said, “Drink a cup of water. Put a teaspoon of honey in your mouth holding it there to alleviate the soreness”
- I did as You told me to do.
- Then I came to record the words You are speaking to me.
- “My child, I know you are hurting.
- New symptoms to worry about, but!
- Do not worry!
- It is all a ruse from the enemy to deceive you; to make you doubt My promised blessings coming to you.
- Even so? The enemy can no longer deceive you as it happened to my first created human being in My image to love and protect him.
- O thiaBasilia—O Child Of My Heart?
- No, I did not make a mistake about My creation.
- I did not make a mistake of any kind to create humanity though that at a point of time I made an end of all flesh.
- For through men the land was filled with violence; and behold, I destroyed them and the land, but!
- I established My covenant (promise, pledge) with Noah.
- And Noah came into the ark—him and his sons and his wife and his sons’ wives with him.