The staff tonight didn't want to take me for my second trip to the courtyard. Here's how my Abba turned that around.
Perhaps I will learn to write psalms like King David! Wouldn't that be beautiful!
Here is something that rings so very, very true to me.
All things work for the good of those who love God.
The staff gave me various reasons tonight why didn't want to take me to the courtyard for twenty minutes. I have been restricted to the unit for a month now, and I really enjoy my time outside. (I can't wait til I get my grounds privileges again so I can go out front and enjoy my tobacco!)
I went to my room and started looking at various topics.
I stumbled across some information on how to write my own hymns for my Abba, Christ Jesus and the Holy Spirit. I am so excited, and simultaneously intimidated at the prospect of writing one. Perhaps even a battle hymn for my Abba to be bumping when he is about His eternal business, and is experiencing righteous anger because he can't help but know exactly what the Devil (and his children, whom he hates) is doing to people made in his image at any given moment.
Reading a bit of information about writing hymns lead me to an article on writing poetry, like King David did in psalms.
I can't wait to go through psalms in depth and learn how to write poetry from him.
Perhaps I can write poems about some of the ways I have been attacked and mocked by my foes, too! All the different emotions that coursed through me. All the ways my Abba, Christ Jesus, and the Holy Spirit each showed me their unconditional love for me, in their own ways. Hallelujah!
For instance. Maybe I write a poem about:
How people in the unseen (astral as they might call it) identifying themselves as "Pure-Blooded Luciferians" harassed me a lot while I was living in my parents basement.
One of the threats they issued several times, among all the "poxes on my house" and various ways they satanically ritually abused me was:
You will die cold, naked, alone and afraid. We swear it!
Well here I stand, by the grace of God.
Christ Jesus keeps saving me from a terrible death, time and time again!
AND!
I will never be alone.
I might die cold, naked, and afraid, even!
But my Abba, Christ Jesus, and the Holy Spirit, will never forsake me.
They will be with me til the end of my days, and then forever more!
I am their child, servant and friend, and temple.
And they will cherish me, prune me, discipline me, and help me to rejoice in my suffering.
They will help me to grow as a man, and as a Christian.
To sing their praises, and enjoy the little things.
To come to turns with the horrific things I have been through, and help me in coming to terms with the dark sense of humour I have due to the types of persecution I have endured.
I pray I die laughing. Looking forward to giving Jesus a hug that I feel is long over due.
Will I get to hug every angel that doesn't feel impelled to? (What no eye has seen...)
I sure hope so!
If you are one of the "Pure-Blooded Luciferians" that were satanically ritually abusing me while I lived with Rhona and Gordon in their basement apartment, I am holding out hope that you humble yourself like a little child and accept Christ Jesus' free gift (which won't be forced upon you). I forgive you any trespass and want you to be my brother or sister in Christ, forever and ever! (So much better than an eternity in the lake of burning suffer along the Devil).
And hear this, please! It won't matter what you have done to me, or any of my brothers and sisters in Christ, yourself, or anyone else. We will love each other perfectly then with our glorified bodies. (And there will be no more suffering. No more tears. No more pain. No more death...)
Your debt has already been paid in full.
Please do not continue to reject the free gift.
Remember:
If my Abba can protect me, he can protect anyone.
If Christ Jesus can save and forgive me, he can save and forgive anyone.
If the Holy Spirit will dwell within me, he will dwell within anyone.
Hallelujah!