Thia’s Journal—An ongoing dialog between thia/Basilia and Master Yahuwah/Yahushua. …
Thursday, June 23, 2016 at 5:39 pm
O my Father—O Father of mine? I sense Your inspiration to solve my problem? Starting a new file for the journal of my life in Your Presence.
Thursday, June 23, 2016 at 8:05 pm
At this time? Exhausted with all the activity in my computer and in my mind—I collapsed in bed. Slept on and off all night.
Friday, June 24, 2016 at 7:29 am
All is quiet at the moment but? In a few minutes the racket of out of tune screeching voices will hit the air like salt in an open wound. Me? I am learning to tolerate such disturbance with the power of love from on high.
All that I do. All that happens to me or around me? It ALL comes from Your hand of mercy O my Father—O Father of mine? It all comes to me by the power of Your love from on high to temper my character.
My heart rejoices at such realization. I know now how Yahushua and the prophets and Your twelve disciples faced the horrors they had to face. O Your unfathomable wisdom, O my Father—O Father of mine!
Indeed! In a very small scale? I am going through a situation that is not near any good thing that the American or worldly mind can imagine.
How can I truly rejoice and be glad under the straight circumstances of my moment of existence on these earthly grounds? How can I not retaliate and do something about the comfort of my capricious wants like in the past? Like any normal human being is entitled to do? Only by the power of Your love from on high, O my Father—O Father of mine.
What a blessed privilege. Where is the cringing fear of man’s disapproval? Where is my hunger for love & attention & adulation? Where are all my capricious wants, my grandiose ideas, my secret evil desires for revenge, my longings for the things I have not, my lust for human attention all of it. It all? Withering as the green herb withers and is no more!