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On This Anniversary Of Your Service To Me? …

On this anniversary of Your service to Me?

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Thia’s Journal—An ongoing dialog between thia/Basilia and Master Yahuwah/Yahushua. …

Sunday, June 19, 2016 at 12:21 pm

O my Father—O Father of mine. Everything is just fine only? I am beginning to be comfortable or at least able to be alone with no one else but You without the longing for the human fellowship that all humans must have. I need to sleep.

Sunday, June 19, 2016 at 6:30 pm

This day is almost gone. That is the daylight of the day is almost gone but? The twilight will soon arrive to give way to the working hours of my choosing much alive.

Surveys. Surveys. Surveys on the way. What is this O my Father—O Father of mine? Send me the surveys if that is the way You have chosen to supply the much needed funds to these days survive. Thanks O my Father—O Father of mine. Whatever for me You choose is always fine!

Monday, June 20, 2016 at 1:37 am

On this anniversary of Your service to Me? O My child—O child of My heart, I do bequeath to thee this bouquet of roses from the ones I have placed right within your heart on that 20th day of June exactly 31 years this day marks to be.

Rejoice and be glad for Your work shall be rewarded and your reward? Safeguarded until the day I pronounce unto you, Well done, you upright (honorable, admirable) and faithful servant! You have been faithful and trustworthy over a little; I will put you in charge of much. Enter into and share the joy (the delight, the blessedness) which your master enjoys.  (Matthew 25:23)

O my Father—O Father of mine? Your joy? Your joy is my strength at much length.

Monday, June 20, 2016 at 7:16 am

O my Father—O Father of mine? What will today to me You bequeath? Shall, whatever be, hidden underneath the day’s reverses my mind rehearses? Spare me my Father—O Father of mine? Stop my mind … stop my mind … stop my mind let it not rewind!

Everything is fine. No need to let my mind wind the wiles on the imagination’s confines. My hope? To advance the sure winding of the title Overcoming Dysfunctional Mother to its ending without it bending. I wait on You for Your leading, for Your bidding.

His love in my heart for you dear reader and for all passersby on the fly, thiaBasilia

Overcoming Mother

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Response From A New Mother To Her Child….

From My Presence in My beloved Thia’s journal—A dialog between thia/Basilia and Master Yahuwah/ Yahushua!

Tuesday, February 03, 2015 at 2:01 pm

Child,

This is your new mom. It seems to me, from my records, that there are preset dates for all major changes in the way that I conduct myself.

This time the date was set for November 4, 2014—that day marked the end of 6 years since I set my feet in this building and my eyes on Ahmad, and, the beginning of my 7th year still in the company of Ahmad.

Once again, a major radical change has taken place within me and it is showing, but, only to the ones that want to see that change.

To the rest I am the same as I always been. My long writings are for nothing, so, there is no use to continue to write them indiscriminately.

I am thankful that you thought enough of me to write the words that you have written. I accept your love and your forgiveness. You are welcome to write whenever you so wish to do.

Even so, I know that this mail will, perhaps, be taken for whatever it is not meant to be in your mind or in your heart, but, my hope is no longer in words or in people, even the people that I cherish the most.

This thing about relationships, love, happy—happiness, to me? A thing of the past! Whatever opinion or idea anyone has about me and my doings, be it negative or positive, even my sinful or righteous past or present is no longer my issue.

My whole life I have struggled & fought to the max of maxs! It is time for me to rest! I have no longer the need to explain or defend myself.

I don’t understand anything and have no answers at all. But there is no need for my understanding or for my answers—the world does not revolve around me!

My only need is to focus and keep my eyes on the One that set me free from my own self, He is the source & the finisher of my faith.

Thus by all means, my hope is in the Mighty Father/Creator of our beings—He is working for the good of all of us and that’s all that matters to me.

Again, you are welcome to write whenever you so wish to do. My heart is open for you. And I wish & hope for the best for all of us.

Love, mom

His love in my heart for all, thia/Basilia

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Psalms Of King David—The Psalmist Of Ancient Times …

Personally Accepted & Absorbed In The Soul Of The Writer Of This Post …

He who dwells in the secret place of the Most High shall remain stable and fixed under the shadow of the Almighty—Whose power no foe can withstand. I will say of Yahuwah, “He is my refuge and my fortress, my Almighty Creator, on Him I lean and rely, and in Him I confidently trust!”

And because I live under His shadow He will deliver me from the snare of the fowler and from the deadly pestilence.  And He will cover me with His pinions, and under His wings shall I trust and find refuge; His truth and His faithfulness are a shield and a buckler to me.

And I shall not be afraid of the terror of the night, nor of the arrow—the evil plots and slanders of the wicked that flies by day, nor of the pestilence that stalks in darkness, nor of the destruction and sudden death that surprise and lay waste at noonday.  Psalms 91:1-5

AS THE hart pants and longs for the water brooks …

so I pant and long for You, O my Master! …

My inner self thirsts for the Almighty Creator of my being …

For the living Almighty …

When shall I come and behold the face …

Of the Almighty Creator of my being? …

My tears have been my food day and night …

While men say to me all day long …

Where is your Almighty? …

These things I earnestly remember …

and pour myself out within me: …

How I went slowly before the throng …

and led them in procession …

to the house of the Almighty Creator of my beings …

like a bandmaster before his band …

timing the steps to the sound of music …

and the chant of song

with the voice of shouting and praise …

a throng keeping festival …

Why are you cast down, O my inner self? …

And why should you moan over me …

and be disquieted within me? …

Hope in the Almighty Creator of our beings …

and wait expectantly for Him …

for I shall yet praise Him

my Help and my Almighty …

O my Master …

my life is cast down upon me …

and I find the burden more than I can bear …

therefore will I earnestly remember You …

from the land of the Jordan River …

and the summits of Mount Hermon …

from the little mountain Mizar. …

Roaring deep calls to roaring deep …

at the thunder of Your waterspouts …

all Your breakers …

and Your rolling waves …

have gone over me …

Yet my Master will command …

His loving-kindness in the daytime …

and in the night His song shall be with me …

a prayer to the Almighty of my life …

I will say to my Master—my Rock …

Why have You forgotten me? …

Why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy? …

As with a sword crushing in my bones …

my enemies taunt and reproach me …

while they say continually to me …

Where is your Almighty? …

Why are you cast down, O my inner self? …

And why should you moan over me …

and be disquieted within me? …

Hope in the Almighty Creator of our beings …

and wait expectantly for Him …

for I shall yet praise Him …

Who is the help of my countenance …

and my Almighty.  Psalms 42:1-11