Thia’s Journal—An ongoing dialog between thia/Basilia and Master Yahuwah/Yahushua. ….
Tuesday, March 1, 2016 at 7:12 am
Me? O my Father! You know? I am Creatival not Professional! Yes, I like and take advantage of professionalism.
In fact? Until this day? I have been struggling to become ‘professional’! Silly me? Never content with my gifts.
Today? I proclaim war against such trend! Do I do it on my own? Nay! Father been working me out of such silliness.
And Father? He is accomplishing His good will for me. For the last few weeks that have turned into months?
I have been working, working, working? But hey! Not in vain. Will I turned out professional after all of such work?
Spare me the gruesome details! Let the professionals have at it! I get bored after the first few lessons. What then?
I work on modification. Guess modification is my profession. They said, if it is not broke? Don’t fix it!
Surely? You don’t expect me to go by that saying, do you? I wait until you go out of sight then? I go into a break & fix spree! Hahaha!
I remember my poor mom? I was ten or younger. My father brought my mother a pedal Singer sewing machine.
I was intrigued by that machine. The minute my mother would leave the spot? Yours truly would take over. Next?
Mom would come. All insides of the machine? Scattered while I would be attempting to ‘fix’ her machine! Memories? Good for the soul.
Anyhow? Where was I? Ah! My Creativalism. See? I done created two new words for my dictionary, aka, Creatival & Creativalism.
I just added them to my dictionary so? I don’t get that annoying red line telling me of my dreadful misspelling!
Know what? The professionals? I am honored with one almost under my roof, this Ahmad that Father has gifted to me.
This Ahmad? O man! “Basilia? No harmony! The shadow is not right. This line should go here or there!”
“Bah humbug! It looks good to me! Suffer!” Then? No more Ahmad. Basilia gets busy putting that line here or there.
Basilia gets busy re-arranging the whole mess. Next thing? Ahmad is back. “Ah! That looks good! Don’t change a thing!”
Umm! Don’t change a thing? Why not? Let me see? Should I try? Before I know it what was good in the eyes of Ahmad? A total loss! Hahaha!
Let me delete it and start all over again! DELETE! Oops! Now I am in a pickle. I done forgot how to start all over again.
Google search engine here I come! “free tutorials” for whatever is deleted or mess-up!
Now? Today? That got to stop! Thirty years plus of Cybernetic goof ups ought to be enough! I think? Maybe.
Got to finish this getting started all over again. I’ll try my new direction as a Creatival thiaBasilia. That ought to work.
Ought to work? Sure! All I have to do is ‘fess up to you all and? Well? Not only ‘fess up to you all but mainly? ‘Fess up to my Father!
The minute I pronounce my ‘fessing up’ with my proverbial, ‘I cast this problem unto You, my Father?
That minute? All becomes well in computer paradise and? I wonder, “How did I do that?”
Guess my Father smiles and I? Go on and on and on! Singing & praising. Thanking my Master all the day long!
His love in my heart for all, thia/Basilia
Wednesday, March 2, 2016 at 6:19 pm
So another Wednesday is gone. Me? I am still here, my Father. Did You notice it?
Of course! It is so written, ‘How precious it is, O my Master—my Beloved Yahuwah/Yahushua, to realize that You are thinking about me constantly! I can’t even count how many times a day your thoughts turn towards me. And when I waken in the morning, You are still thinking of me!’ Quote from Psalms 139.
Wednesday, March 2, 2016 at 11:07 pm
O my Father? You are always thinking of each one of us. Me? I’m always thinking of myself! Mercy my Father!
Get me out of this kind of thinking! Me, me, me! Always whining about one thing or the next. Always expecting the best and getting the worst?
This day is ending with this note of pessimism. Perhaps this human nature of mine? That’s just it! This human nature of mine!
I wish I was a bird. A dove to be sure? Ah! Then I would really have a reason to despair? That cat!
O well this moment shall soon pass away! You know all about it. The midnight chime will chime in just a few minutes?
Time to lift up my voice, my whole being to worship You with my midnight worship. A quote for the moment is appropriate.
Thanks my Father. For Your strength & power of love from on high avails me at all times. Like Your Prophet Habbacuk I proclaim,
Habakkuk 3:16-19 I heard and my whole inner self trembled; my lips quivered at the sound. Rottenness enters into my bones and under me down to my feet; I tremble.
I will wait quietly for the day of trouble and distress when there shall come up against my people him who is about to invade and oppress them.
Though the fig tree does not blossom and there is no fruit on the vines, though the product of the olive fails and the fields yield no food, though the flock is cut off from the fold and there are no cattle in the stalls, yet I will rejoice in the Master; I will exult in the victorious Almighty Yahuwah of my salvation!
The Master Yahuwah is my Strength, my personal bravery, and my invincible army; He makes my feet like hinds’ feet and will make me to walk not to stand still in terror, but to walk and make spiritual progress upon my high places [of trouble, suffering, or responsibility]! For the Chief Musician; with my stringed instruments.
O my Father! How, how, how appropriate are those words for this instant the I am going through?
In a nut shell? The plight of the prophet so many years ago? Exactly? My plight of the moment.
Going to Eliat in lieu of visa matters. The same thing for the past few years? It gotten to be boring! But? That’s my human nature for you!
I carry the most invaluable treasure in my heart. The whole purpose of my existence is to share this treasure with all. Instead?
I have to be concerned with all of these mundane affairs of visa, money, lack of this or that, problem here and there! Phew!
Pessimism? That’s the carnal self at its best!
The power of love from on high? That’s the power to overcome such pessimism! Hahaha! HalleluYah!
I will sing of the mercies of my Yah? Forever I will sing, I will sing? REGARDLESS!
His love in my heart for all, thiaBasilia