Thia’s Journal—An ongoing dialog between thia/Basilia and Master Yahuwah/Yahushua. …
Tuesday, June 21, 2016 at 7:33 am
What a title! I paused. I reflected. To pay mind? I did fine. That’s the title of tiles it came out of? My pausing. My reflecting. My paying mind to do fine! How ‘bout that O my Father—O Father of mine?
It’s now 11:45 am. Have not heard from anyone. The problem with this Word 2016 program has recurred. Tried to get help but? I failed. I will now try to shut down the computer for a bit. Then I’ll attempt to sign in the correct account. Maybe that solves my problem. When I come back on? I will expound the title for this post.
Tuesday, June 21, 2016 at 1:46 pm
O my Father—O Father of mine? I still have not heard from anyone. No problem. No worries. That’s my story among stories. Personality against functionality? Perfect against imperfect? Robot against humanity? It’s all? Satan’s plot unless …we all reconsider the way things are. The way we are. And away we go!
What is personality, functionality, perfect, imperfect, robots and? What is HUMANITY? The big question deserves a big answer.
By far? I am not a linguist but? The meaning of words and anything to do with the words commonly used to express our ideas and concepts about everything on, under and on top of these earthly grounds that we inhabit? That’s a matter that has always piqued my curiosity. So?
I pause. I reflect. I wonder what it all means? O my Father—O Father of mine but? You know all of that is in my mind. Do You have an answer for me? Please tell me what is what somewhat in the skim of all things.
Tuesday, June 21, 2016 at 3:01 pm
O my Father—O Father of mine? I cannot yet determine what is Your answer for me. Right now all things are not going well for Ahmad therefore for me as well things are not too swell. Even so? I am not falling apart nor in panic like things caused me to be in past times.
I am making good use of my time. Perhaps that’s the answer You giving to me? I’ll see. Perhaps You are establishing my steps as in Psalms 37? Psalms 37. Ha! Your answer for sure! My word! I found Psalms 37 personalized for Thia. I can hardly believe it! Nine hundred and fifty two (952) words to be exact. What a blessing to be addressing those precious words from You to thiaBasilia—a child of Your heart! Talking about making good use of my time? What better use it could be that hearing the glad tidings from Your heart abiding.
Psalms 37 personalized for Thia.
FRET NOT yourself because of evildoers, neither be envious against those who work unrighteousness—that which is not upright or in right standing with my Master—my Beloved Yahuwah/Yahushua. For they shall soon be cut down like the grass, and wither as the green herb.
Tuesday, June 21, 2016 at 6:38 pm
Wow! Just now O my Father—O Father of mine, just now? I came back to Psalms 37. I read,
FRET NOT yourself because of evildoers, neither be envious against those who work unrighteousness—that which is not upright or in right standing with my Master—my Beloved Yahuwah/Yahushua. For they shall soon be cut down like the grass, and wither as the green herb.
I read and? Once again I asked, Who are the evildoers, O my Father—O Father of mine? I started to answer my own question but? Pause. Reflect. O thiaBasilia—child of My heart? Pause. Reflect back to My words in Romans 3:10-12
As it is written, None is righteous, just and truthful and upright and conscientious, no, not one. [Ps. 14:3.] No one understands [no one intelligently discerns or comprehends]; no one seeks out God. [Ps. 14:2.] All have turned aside; together they have gone wrong and have become unprofitable and worthless; no one does right, not even one!
Tuesday, June 21, 2016 at 11:19 pm
I need some more sleep. Will continue when I wake up next time. Your words describing the naked truth about us are so true.
Wednesday, June 22, 2016 at 4:12 am
O my Father—O Father of mine? I pause. I reflect. Those words describing the naked truth about us are so true. Do You mean to tell me that? We are all the evildoers You will soon be cutting down like the grass, and wither as the green herb?
Pause. Reflect. O thiaBasilia—child of My heart? Have I not cut you down? Pause. Reflect. O thiaBasilia—child of My heart? Have I not cut you down like the grass, and? Now, at this very moment of time? You are withering as the green herb. What is My meaning you might ask?
Pause. Reflect. O thiaBasilia—child of My heart? All your capricious wants, your grandiose ideas, your secret evil desires for revenge, your longings for the things you have not, your lust for human attention all of it. It all? Withering as the green herb withers and is no more!
WOW! SO? That’s your answer? O my Father—O Father of mine? I am to look for the things I have and be thankful. I am to quit looking for the things I have not and quit complaining and lamenting and feeling sorry for my wicked self!
WOW! O my Father—O Father of mine? I don’t even have to pause & reflect on this one matter. I get it right where it matters—the center of my will and a mind to do the opposite of Your heart’s desires– that which is not upright or in right standing with You.
I am flabbergasted! Dumbfound! Astonished! As the blessed lesson of this moment sinks and settles down in the very core of my being! O but how good this cup of withered cinnamon sticks left in my cup from the days that I had plenty of cinnamon and honey to sweeten it to my capricious taste.
Delicious! Where is my demand for honey? Where is my accusing finger to Ahmad for not complying with my demand? Where is my lack of understanding and compassion for Ahmad on these troubled times that he is going through? I have water. I have a pot to fill with water. I have gas in my stove to hit that water. I have a cup to fill with that hot water and? What d’ye know? Cinnamon sticks at the bottom of that cup! O my Father—O Father of mine? How good to me You are! A delicious cup of cinnamon tea? What more could I ever want for?
I rest my case. Class dismiss. Lesson learned. O my Father—O Father of mine? And I don’t have to include the whole long chapter of Psalms 37. Two verses, that’s all. The lesson learned? Could be written in jillions of verses without avail if the teacher the lesson has failed to learn for his own self.
Next lesson? Next post? Pause. Reflect. O thiaBasilia—child of My heart? I pause. I reflect. Ah! I get it. Next lesson? The next four verses only of that long Psalms 37.
“Commit your way to my Master—my Beloved Yahuwah /Yahushua—roll and repose each care of your load on Him; trust—lean on, rely on, and be confident also in Him and He will bring it to pass. And He will make your uprightness and right standing with our Almighty Creator go forth as the light, and your justice and right as the shining sun of the noonday.”
Can’t wait! But I won’t speculate. I wait on You, my Teacher—my Master. I wait on You, O my Father—O Father of mine, I wait on You.
His love in my heart for you and for all, thiaBasilia.
