That’s What It Amounts To. No Kidding …?
Well? Things Are Percolating, My Master! Just Like You Intended To Be …
Thursday, December 12, 2019 at 12:49 am.
Me? Percolating as well! Yeah! Percolating on the complaining kitchen! O pitiful me! But! No mater. Percolating or not, nothing is to separate us from Your love. Quote:
Who shall ever separate us from Messiah’s love? Shall suffering and affliction and tribulation? Or calamity and distress? Or persecution or hunger or destitution or peril or sword?
Even as it is written, For Thy sake we are put to death all the day long; we are regarded and counted as sheep for the slaughter.
Yet amid all these things we are more than conquerors and gain a surpassing victory through Him Who loved us.
For I am persuaded beyond doubt (am sure) that neither death nor life, nor angels nor principalities, nor things impending and threatening nor things to come, nor powers,
Nor height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation will be able to separate us from the love of Our Creator which is in Messiah Yahushua our Master!
You Know What? I Talk. I Dream. I Write About My Thriving Life, But!
That’s all ethereal—intangible; delicate; heavenly; spiritual. Now? Don’t laugh and discard me for a wacko. For in this valley of death I am now traveling on the thriving is quite the opposite of a bliss. Hahaha!
Yeah! I Thrive In All Kinds Of Should I Say, Inconveniences?
Hum! Hum! Hum! That’s putting it mild when the winter sets in—the time when I wish I was a fish to swim placidly in the moisture level in this dream apartment I am bless with.
That’s The Winter. The Summer? O Mine! The List Is Not A Bliss …?
From the ugly rusty metal door liken to the Alcatraz’s doors to the sultry heat and no AC or the lack of the simplest of things? Mine O mine! Look up! Look up, My thiaBasilia! Look up! Look in!
So I Do! Only? Eventually When Darkness Usually Covers My Eyesight, And?
Your light lights up my path to grasp that glass mansion I now live in.