Before I do anything….!

Before a move is made….!

Let the first stitching’s of my blanket begin with repentance. And I hope that it is seen, heard, felt and touched in every fiber of work. Let these hands forevermore be used to write the inspired word of God to the unsuspecting warm heart.

Let the laughter of Joy be heard over work well received and even from the stomping’s on the hard heart making it tender for the use of something deeper than a good work, but unto eternal lasting as long as life itself because that and this work was inspired by Eternal Life.

I don’t look much to the heavens anymore simply because it constantly comes to the ground around me. So, my determination is to bring it to the “I See and Don’t See”. At one time, I put a lid on the river, but after getting up from being knocked down off my high horse; now I fight to keep it off!

It is to the end of what I use to be that is to the gain of what my neighbor is to become. That being you the reader. The vary recipient of a word I with hostility at one time held back. I have learned that it is not the influences and achievements that I so desperately sought in strengthening this natural mind so that I in my ways may be seen getting ahead.

The eyes of Man have no weight in comparison to the eyes of the Lord.

It is to fellowship with Life for Life to not only be spread while living, but also shown to approval in his and her approach unto a goodly expected end unto life eternal. And that end must be worked for from the very beginning of pure repentance.

I owe so many apologies! Including to those that I never met and maybe, just maybe to those I will soon meet.

I don’t mean a snide prideful prep in stating “I’d like to apologize” withholding the deeper emotion of what this is about trying to hide with all mental and physical toughness from the sincerity of the matter.

So, you won’t hear: “I’d like to apologize!” And that is it! No!

With a locked hidden motive trying to hear your wrongs in order to feel good about myself:

What you will see, feel, touch and hear is that “I am Sorry” for running from the Lord neglecting His desire to use these words to help people with the Good News worth understanding.

I Am Sorry! For being gone so long – especially in the time of need for said understanding to bring forth healing from what I thought was a useless WORD. I see it is the healing that is so desperately needed by the spirit, soul, body and mind.

I Am Sorry! For running for 30 plus years with the anger that had a vice grip on Moses. Not only willing, but criticizing everything outward and inward when it came to the person: becoming a lead advocate dishing out cursing’s on any one, group or people.

My own selfishness and all the demons that have been stripped from me with all manner of cursing’s I had for Man, have been pried from my once cold finger tips. An accuser standing before the Thrown of Grace I am no more. Satan will no longer receive my assistance in standing before God spitting on the Lords Image.

I personally have been placed on punishment 3 times in my life by God the spirit Himself. First 2 lasting about 2 years and the 3rd lasting 4 to 5 years which ended in the first quarter of 2012.

My reluctance to be the Lord’s secretary because of the negative words and acts of Man exist no more.

I ran 3 decades with the mark from the calling of being chosen. Collecting the Jewels housed with master craftsmanship and lifting them while praising with the dance around the mind of God. All the while losing my mind because I was determined not to share!

Please find it in your heart as a

PEOPLE with

No Race

No Culture

No Creed

No Nationality

No Religion

No Opinion

No Division

No Words

No Questions

And No Sex

To Forgive Me!

For the Lord Christ with Him being enough Grace even for me does not focus on the malfunctions that plague Man. He sees the heart and the heart only. Therein lies the deepest answers to His deepest questions pertaining to you. It is best to answer right because your heart is in His hands. For whatever a willed decision is, be it right or be it wrong. Your heart is in His hands.

For trying to keep my own blanket, especially when it was never mine in the first place. You will find repentance all through this patch work that make up this blanket of ministry.

And this action of taking it from my selfish body and throwing it over you who make up the People and the People who make up Man!

What were you specifically born with?

What will you specifically take with you?

Like life for instance! Who among us can actually give life?

I don’t know of a human who can hold their own breath and someone else parishes; nonetheless, we sure show wrath in taking life.

I mean who amongst us wants to die from something we did not give, much less provoke?

In further, who among us can invoke the arrangements in living 500 years?

You can’t bring yourself back. We will more than likely find your body and no matter how much you may want to come back and warn or invite the living there is no doubt in my mind about the barrier between you and the ones you can’t get back to.

So again, who has control over something they had nothing to do with giving themselves; nor, someone else? I would like to think that everyone across the board can answer that without the formulation of an opinion.

Is it that losing everything is the initial start of what could be truth?

Hopefully!

Is it the panic and worry over things that will to most inevitably un-obviously outlast who we are with which not adding one single minute of life to our living? Could our fears be the ultimate prize never bothering to give nothing more than fear, itself?

Why is it that the truth is so very hard to speak and even harder to hear and at its lowest point the most difficult to live?

Why is it that anger is the best emotion to feel and show even when we speak about how much love needs to be spread from one household out into the streets with no hint of lust attached to it?

Lies come and they multiply with the embrace of what people think, but in that thinking never being investigated so that it may come to its final resting place in the stone written conclusion of a human thought. Is there a message that can be written and stood upon getting us passed the believed feelings of opinion so that we may at least have one merit of truth?

I’d like to think so, but at what point does my thinking translate into thought?

I would like to just look without hands placed upon my face causing me to move in the direction that throws me off the narrow path. How is it that my legs which are designed to carry can’t carry me because this mind has not yet been transformed to fully accept the on comings of freedom?

Taking not that of which is good and leaving it good never bothering to capitalize on what is contrary to good. I hope that I can understand the problem, I hope that I can see the problem, I know I can speak the problem and I know that the problem worries me. But at any point is there a stand on the solution leaving the problem to be on its own?

At what point is my media focus even trying to actually love themselves so that it may be passed on to me in a fashion where I can share it with others in a campaign backed by those who can’t believe they are doing this?

When will, my media focus not even look in the direction of my brethren keeping my mind from locking on to his flesh or his blood leading me to roll around in healing that will benefit us both in the mist of benefiting all?

These fears have gone on for a long time with no desire to slow down. And to what looks like a fast pace moving at a faster pace pulling on the body not allowing it to age with what grace has to gift. At this moment that is standing on my perpetuated fears which looks like they are picking up speed aging me faster not allowing the youth that peace has to offer.

At what point does my focus gets tired of taking it all in without so much as a blink of fulfillment?

My media focus has many words, images, songs, and sounds that keep me preoccupied with what I think. But there is a part of me that would like to know why there is an empty void of loneliness that cries out for greatness not scratching what looks like the surface because the quickest way to patch it is to seek after all that is natural, surrendering to a temporary fix.

In that deeper calling to the deep will we ever latch on to the depth of what is deep so that we may adhere to the right word of consciousness leading us to speak words that we ourselves don’t know why they heal?

At what point, do we just give up and surrender our gaze on nothing, but truth?

If there is a part 2 in living I certainly hope to make it better than the first glimpse of sin that I initially was born in with the worship unto everything that the cravings of my flesh longs for.

But in my yielding with/without speaking the daily amount of death only gives it more permission to be sickened by the spirits that in and of itself cannot handle.

Confusion is a way of living with the Image of God not knowing who he is with a strong reluctance to find out that his intellect and nature will never out do the voice of power that insisted upon shaping him from the grounds of Love that he as in Man refuse to get to know thinking he as is Man can out do the hands from which he as in Man was initially formed.

I personally give up the fight in believing my living is my own because with all of my passed gains pushed up by my failures nothing accumulated will leave with me after breath is held from me.