A Peaceful Not Too Hot 7th Day Of Rest …

A Peaceful Not Too Hot 7th Day Of Rest …

Let us therefore be zealous and exert ourselves and strive diligently to enter that rest

Saturday, June 1, 2019 at 1:15 pm.

It looks like the whole week shall be mild in comparison with previous days. Master? Is this Your way to make Your Presence real to me?

It’s A Strange Moment Of Peace. Strange Moment Of Rest From My Usual Labors …

All quiet. The old-time noise, hazzle to keep up the Shabbath’s ritual is no more in my mind. You have, finally brought me into Your rest—a supernatural rest of my soul and mind and body.

Wow! You Are Now Revealing All To Me. Now I See What I Been Doing All My Past Days …

I been zealous. I have exerted myself and strived diligently to enter that rest of Yahuwah, to know and experience it for myself.

And The Best Part? Your Power To Endure All Misconceptions Rampart In Your World …

Wow! I must savor this unique moment of my life in Your Presence. What peace! Not even the absence of Ahmad and my children is disturbing my peace at all.

A Solemn Moment Of Silence. Only The Faint Cooing Of A Dove Is Heard …

I can hardly move. In silence I worship You. It’s my moment of Your visitation, however brief, for now the noise is intruding the moment again.

Noise? The Destroyer Of Peace …

Sunday, June 2, 2019 at 12:20 am.

Twenty minutes into this new day. My soul. My mind? Remain at rest despite my body. Despite the noisy physical atmosphere.

Let It So Be. My Times Are In Your Hands …

I’m Heavy. Copious Tears Flow …

Sunday, June 2, 2019 at 10:18 am.

Copious Tears Flow looking to relieve the heaviness all in vain. Relief can’t be. Not now anyhow. I must endure, not grin and bear, but! …

Face And Withstand It All—Good Or Bad With Courage By The Power Of Love And Wisdom From On High Invested Upon Me …

I Do Face And Withstand It All But Is Not A Picnic On A Garden Of Roses …

Monday, June 3, 2019 at 2:56 am.

Perhaps it is a garden of roses. Only those roses are quite thorny. Right now? It’s 3:00 am in this garden of my inheritance. I’m overwhelmed with the task ahead of me. This ought not to be.

Even So? You Know All About It My Master …

Heading for bed. Slept as usual for a couple of hours. Up. Back to bed. Finally? Up around 5:30 am. Fix coffee. Enjoyed the daybreak sitting at the roof sipping my coffee.

What’s In Mind? Ahmad’s Promised Visit …

Monday, June 3, 2019 at 6:36 am.

It may happen, who knows at what time morning is meant in Ahmad’s mind?  It could run into the afternoon if there is no emergencies.

O The Ways Of This Culture! No Choice But To Endure …

How is it possible for me to endure— face and withstand it all—good or bad with courage? It used to be a totally impossibility, but now?

O My Master! You Have Invested Your Power And Wisdom To Withstand It All …

Therefore? I’m not anxious nor desperate anymore, but in Your wisdom? I’m contemplating to record the possibilities to establish the relationship You have in mind for us. Quote:

  • Malachi 4:1-6
  • FOR BEHOLD, the day comes that shall burn like an oven, and all the proud and arrogant, yes, and all that do wickedly and are lawless, shall be stubble; the day that comes shall burn them up, says the Master of hosts, so that it will leave them neither root nor branch. [Isa_5:21-25; Mat_3:12]
  • But unto you who revere and worshipfully fear My name shall the Sun of Righteousness arise with healing in His wings and His beams, and you shall go forth and gambol like calves [released] from the stall and leap for joy.
  • And you shall tread down the lawless and wicked, for they shall be ashes under the soles of your feet in the day that I shall do this, says the Master of hosts.
  • Earnestly remember the law of Moses, My servant, the statutes and the ordinances which I commanded him on Mount Horeb to give to all Israel.
  • Behold, I will send you Elijah the prophet before the great and terrible day of the Master comes. [Mat_11:14; Mat_17:10-13]
  • And he shall turn and reconcile the hearts of the [estranged] fathers to the [ungodly] children, and the hearts of the [rebellious] children to [the piety of] their fathers [a reconciliation produced by repentance of the ungodly], lest I come and smite the land with a curse and a ban of utter destruction. [Luk_1:17]. End of quote.
  • The Wicked? How’s About The Wicked In Me Or You To Become Ashes Under The Soles Of Our Feet? …

Wow! So that’s what I’m to record today. How ‘bout that?

In my mind this morning came the idea of conviction— repentance—restoration once again.

How Can We Repent If There Is No Conviction? …

What is Conviction? As per the dictionary, quote:

Conviction

  1. Law
  2. The judgment of a jury or judge that a person is guilty of a crime as charged.
  3. The state of being found or proved guilty: evidence that led to the suspect’s conviction.

What’s Our Crime? What Are We Guilty Of? …

Ungodliness. Rebelliousness. By nature? We question our parent’s piety. But, the greater sin? We not only question such piety but? We rebel at such piety big time, and?

That Includes? Defiance Toward An Authority Or Established Convention …

Who can deny such a fact about our human behavior? Even the most loving children are guilty of such behavior. How is that? Observe.

These Days? The Children Have Become The Parents …

And why not? We parents have taught self-sufficiency—independence—productivity—to stand up for themselves.

Respect? Only When Is Advantageous To Achieve Our Goals …

Yeah! For sure! I must respect that impressive police officer, else? The slam! That’s the laws of the land, but?

The Highest Authority Laws And Commands? That’s Up To My Own Discretion For The Most …

Yeap! Up to my own discretion? Phew! That means whatever I feel or think those laws and commands are to be kept.

The Police For Those Laws And Commands? Totally Out Of Bounds, Why? …

Why not? They are only policing their warp interpretation of something higher, much higher than the human mind can conceive.

Anyhow? That’s What My Master Is Now Revealing To All …

No need for me to explain any further. Only giving the basis for what came to mind this morning in reference to conviction—repentance—restoration.

Conviction—Repentance—Restoration From On High? Quite A Marvel To Experience …

Monday, June 3, 2019 at 9:26 am.

Been checking procedure to convict someone in the courts of these lands. Nothing comparing to the conviction—repentance—restoration from on high.

(O well! Dear Reader saved you a lengthy and boring display on the matter. Saved by my own conviction! lol Here is the next post. )

The Question I Need To Answer Before Is Too Late …

Ha! And Here I Was Wondering About Others Answering Such Question! Duh!

Off the track but I am back …

Tuesday, June 4, 2019 at 1:39 am.

I just got up to plug and turn the computer on. Overwhelmed about my writing task plus the lack of help, my inability to take care of myself painlessly? It came to me to rest, until? Just a few minutes ago.

Woke Up. Now What? The Question Came To Me, And?

I began to reflect in all happenings lately between Ahmad, my children, and myself. I began to deliberate in my mind how I was to put the question to them, when?

The Question, “Did You Kiss The Son?” Cut To The Clutter In My Brains …

Wow! Talking about a hit! Off track again on my own terrain I was writing it all in vain. No need for me to go on about things that cannot be explained in logical terms.

Turning From The Natural To The Supernatural? …

What is that to me? It’s all my Father’s business, but! I’m always trying to meddle in His business instead of mindfully following His instructions to me.

Phew! You See What I Mean Dear Reader? …

You see how easily one can get off track to wonder into somebody else’s track? My business is to share  what is happening in my track not to meddle in your track.

Ah! But The Wonder Of My Father’s Discipline …

One poignant question? My hands off his business. Back on track to mind my own business to share with all the intricacies of this abundant life that I now live, and?

Guess what? My apartment and dishes are clean, but!

The ants! Those varmints have no respect for anything. I called to thank Ahmad about his wonderful help. Telling him about the ants? He said, “they love you”. I said, “everything that loves me bites me!” and we had a hearty laugh!

Much love to all, thiaBasilia.

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