There was a period in history when I could not get my mind to accept what is; especially matters of justice as God ordained it. I was really peppered about this to the point I dedicated my presence to making sure descendants do not have to go through this and ancestors- the ones still alive- did not have to continue suffering.
That was a big dream that only God could handle and I kept pleading with God to help me advocate on behalf of the widows and orphans; I now wonder why Isaiah left out widowers; anyhow. I was so unconscious of the deal I made with God until I became conscious that while this was a perfect way to spend my life God had better ideas than making another Jesus.
It appears as though God did use my own dreams to knock me out of its way… oh Moses I can totally relate to you! After agreeing to let God be God my desire to save the world dissolved; my desire to prove that I was good enough varnished. The dream to prove naysayers wrong about my worthiness, cremated
It took me a long while to figure out what all my issues with God were and as long as I am Nympha Angeal-Eyes Francis there may be other issues to settle with OmniGod, still I am determined to just let God do God size things and stand clear when I AM commands me to.
If one thinks that Moses cried when God removed him from his trappings; I cried and cried and decided that I would be better off in the wilderness- in modern day language it is called collective unconsciousness, in patriarchal religion it is called the big S-sin; in psychiatry it s call psychotic
Whatever…whatever it is was began getting to me more than my spirit could spare. It was my prayer that taunted me and in the world there is no such thing as undo. God continues to give me my own burning bush scenarios; starting with burning the burden of my own cross of goals and objectives
And God still continues to…
What more can I say
God indeed has the big picture and I am a piece of the puzzle
That was a big dream that only God could handle and I kept pleading with God to help me advocate on behalf of the widows and orphans; I now wonder why Isaiah left out widowers; anyhow. I was so unconscious of the deal I made with God until I became conscious that while this was a perfect way to spend my life God had better ideas than making another Jesus.
It appears as though God did use my own dreams to knock me out of its way… oh Moses I can totally relate to you! After agreeing to let God be God my desire to save the world dissolved; my desire to prove that I was good enough varnished. The dream to prove naysayers wrong about my worthiness, cremated
It took me a long while to figure out what all my issues with God were and as long as I am Nympha Angeal-Eyes Francis there may be other issues to settle with OmniGod, still I am determined to just let God do God size things and stand clear when I AM commands me to.
If one thinks that Moses cried when God removed him from his trappings; I cried and cried and decided that I would be better off in the wilderness- in modern day language it is called collective unconsciousness, in patriarchal religion it is called the big S-sin; in psychiatry it s call psychotic
Whatever…whatever it is was began getting to me more than my spirit could spare. It was my prayer that taunted me and in the world there is no such thing as undo. God continues to give me my own burning bush scenarios; starting with burning the burden of my own cross of goals and objectives
And God still continues to…
What more can I say
God indeed has the big picture and I am a piece of the puzzle
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