Pride's Consumption (Yeshuah) they back off they push forward eagerness to rape with words on things they never heard they sit in collections of people whom they want favor ‒to be looked upon in high regard a social standing popular to be accepted they'll do anything to avoid feeling shame it doesn't matter what part of the world you are in they are all the same these little feathered birds they don't…at all…notice the pain they cause laughing and merrying ‒the life of the party without a thought of the neglected I† was this person the leader then trouble loomed they all scattered then they divided Me† chose the parts of Me† that fit their scheme ‒all to mock Me† then they divided Me† more killing Me† over and over instead of celebrating My† life they mourn and wail they do ceremonies and light candles they are quiet as if I'm† all about death and can't be disturbed look at them all! one part denies I† ever lived that they ever killed Me† another part denies they were the tools that nailed Me† to the cross instead…they use My† death for high places at dressed dinner tables wearing fancy robes standing on lofts waving at crowds they won't even touch I† died once for all that is enough all that My† Father† required it is I† why do you keep putting Me† on a cross why decorate buildings with idols and mourn My† life over and over don't you know I'm† not dead don't you know My† Father† reigns over the living and not the dead why do you patronize Him† with your traditions I've† divided you all sides are divided for mere pride for how you are accepted at the dinner party but I† tell you this it's not the dinner party on earth for which you should be concerned it is the banquet prepared for the groom that awaits your attendance if there are more important things to do than to accept My† invitation then it will be easy to throw you out once it's time to knock on the door it is I†, Yeshuah† the knock‒ it will come your body will die your soul will stand before Me† whatever race whatever culture whatever language whatever life lived whatever you believe I† am as you are I† am the head you are the vine if you have ears hear plainly before there's no more hearing to hear
Notes: The screenshot is from October 8, 2019: Oil Spill Warning. David pointed out a being in my hair. Though the people deny, it still is. Sad there is so much unbelief, so many lost. If only they’d try.
(April 11, 2022)—Yeshuah said in order to save your life, first you have to lose it. If you haven’t yet been humbled, you will. If you’ve suffered the trials of God’s test and you still have malice on your tongue, evil in your heart, you are not His. You chose a different gate. No one is to blame but you. Pride is a nasty being who’s job is a hard one to overcome. It’s sly, slick and can easily consume any in its path.
Job 3:1-16…If you’ve felt this, if you’ve suffered this deep and you rose, be careful not to fall again. Pride knows how to break your concentration on the Lord, it is its job. It will do it. It will keep doing it until you start to recognize its tricks. It is a choice. And yours alone.
Job Curses Birth—After this, Job opened his mouth and cursed the day of his birth. He said: ‘May the day of my birth perish, and the night it was said, ‘A boy is born!’ That day—may it turn to darkness; may God above not care about it; may no light shine upon it. May darkness and deep shadow claim it once more; may a cloud settle over it; may blackness overwhelm its light. That night—may thick darkness seize it; may it not be included among the days of the year nor be entered in any of the months. May the night be barren; may no shout of joy be heard in it. May those who curse days curse the day, those who are ready to rouse Leviathan. May its morning stars become dark; may it wait for daylight in vain and not see the first rays of dawn, for it did not shut the doors of the womb on me to hide trouble from my eyes. Why did I not perish at birth, and die as I came from the womb? Why were there knees to receive me and breasts that I might be nursed? For now I would be lying down in peace; I would be asleep and at rest with kings and counselors of the earth, who built for themselves places now lying in ruins, with rulers who had gold, who filled their houses with silver. Or why was I not hidden in the ground like a stillborn child, like an infant who never saw the light of day? There the wicked cease from turmoil, and there the weary are at rest. Captives also enjoy their ease; they no longer hear the slave driver’s shout. The small and the great are there, and the slave is freed from his master. Why is light given to those in misery, and life to the bitter of soul, to those who long for death that does not come, who search for it more than for hidden treasure, who are filled will gladness and rejoice when they reach the grave? Why is life given to a man whose way is hidden, whom God has hedged in? For sighing comes to me instead of food; my groans pour out like water. What I feared has come upon me; what I dreaded has happened to me. I have no peace, no quietness; I have no rest, but only turmoil.’—Job 3:1-26 (Job is speaking.)
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