This is is not written for the reader reading this now. This is my prayer and my conversation to My God.
This is not written for the reader reading this now. It is my act of worship. This is my prayer and my conversation to My God. Let me say that a different way. It is not meant to be published. It is not meant for the reader to understand it. I try for one to understand it, but as I wrote it, it was never meant to be published. It was never meant to be heard by human ears. Even now it is hard to type, because even now it makes perfect sense to me. Each attribute is my heart’s cry. Every prayer uttered my soul is still lowing. The Holy Spirit is still in my handwritten pages. I do not want to type it up for anyone to read it. So, for the person reading this and does not understand it, it is okay. It was never meant for you. It you think it is stupid, yes, it is stupid for you to waste your time on it. I believe the WORD of God is truly out of His mind, but I am trying to be supportive in His efforts. Jehovah my God already has these prayers. This conversation is an old conversation. My friend has punished me with 49 stripes, twice because He has always felt that it is against God and against heaven. I kept trying to tell Him that not only was it NOT against God and heaven, but it was not against Him either. Although it makes me hate Him because He tortures me so.