Laying It Down these hands are up accepting this love come, gather round– this joined-together vine is all but enough take this chalice drink from the cup –you brave little cub this journey...not a strut it's a slow walking in rub go on, take it...drink up but be warned little bug in will come...the judge then they'll be the tug some will come to bluff –making the drink a little tough there'll be a bit of obstruct –some bumps and stuff maybe a little more in rough you may have to shed some blood a time or two– you'll be covered in mud even some crud– when you try to be a stud –it's just a kick in the butt for being somewhat smug don't worry...it's just Yeshuah† love when things get too dicey– He'll† unplug give you a bit of a shrug but not all-together...pluck He'll† just help through the hiccups He's† patient...seeing if you'll give up watching you with brotherly love pushing you to come out of thug –understand the tug go on, take it...drink up –it's unconditional and full of love but there isn't any luck and at times you'll get stuck in will come...floods jitterbugs and fluff you'll have to be strong enough decide differences– that moonstruck stuff and the real of love no, it won't be easy– so much will turn to muck you may see handcuffs even be awe-struck by the wrong products –just keep your head up things will ease up along the way somewhat it's your choice to drink up the hard love gets you through the rough stuff– when Yeshuah† wants you healed enough –once you get over the fluff you'll see the true love that didn't give up on you...in a puff ‒that's the truth of Yeshuah's† love
(December 29, 2019)—The ways of Yeshuah are simply amazing. He speaks to me when I’m troubled. I woke up around 2:30 a.m. after again laying down and saying, pretty much the hell with it all. I wrote about this man texting me. Horrible. I write about me being alone and how my family pretty much ousted me out for their own sins. I write about how people don’t read these writings or even consider them to be true. I’m working on faith, except for the small signs I’m sent…like the text I received day before yesterday.
So, I went to bed with all of this on my shoulders. (Don’t judge. I have to write this journey if you don’t understand it or not.) I get up this morning, not wanting to write, but I’m encouraged. I open my Bible to the following Scriptures:
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