Trust what is the key

If you don’t trust, then trust will turn into rust.

Think about it, as you may have known reading old posts, Trust was taken but the lord put it back in.

I have never forgotten my child like reaction, for being as a little child you get it.

So I keep it safe, because I trust him in all I do.

Recently another job gone, do I panic, no way. I trust him to take care of my needs, does the word not say so.

He won’t bless a greedy person, but he blesses me all the time. I love him, he is my dad.

When you get their, his kingdom will come on earth as it is in heaven. Why because I am learning how to engage to bring it so.

Their is such a big arena that many don’t know, but I am hungry for him. And he feeds the hungry.

So, I live in the world, I am not of it. I believe the word, but you must know the world, not just parrot it on. You have got to be his friend, his one and only.

Then he gives so so much… trust

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What a times such as this.. trust

I am reading a book that activates his gates or doors within you.

We sing this song sometimes and the word came out this is what he is doing, now going through the challenges that I have over the past couple of years. What I have done is find joy in all, I have accepted that what is coming up is FOR ME their is press and crushing.

To trust him in all things, trust that coming out the other side of the storm the sun will shine on me.

In the crushing
In the pressing
You are making
New wine
In the soil, I
Now surrender
You are breaking
New ground
So I yield to You and to Your careful hand
When I trust You I don’t need to understand
Make me Your vessel
Make me an offering
Make me whatever You want me to be
I came here with nothing
But all You have given me
Jesus, bring new wine out of me
The word was, I am pouring out the old wine, shaking you up, to pour in the new. Now
on the weekend I felt twice, wine being poured in. I have seen white feathers with eyes
these are feathers fallen off angles, their is so much more and I am so very excited.

I love the wise..

Why do I say that right now, only because I was thinking the other day, the english they accept ageing.

America, seems to not be able too, or they can not accept death. I am putting a whole heap of things together here.

In Australia, we use to be able to love, respect and honour grandparents. Or elders, the young watch shows and its always, what would they know.

Really, before internet, they worked out medicine, how to make things, build and grow and really appreciate, time.

Wisdom, is our elders, I love families that accept that in time they will have to look after mothers or fathers, making room, respecting each other.

My prayer is the world changes to honouring those before us, history can really make you stop and appreciate what they went through for you. Like Jesus, he died, he took my sin, he was tortured beyond belief.

WHY, for me.. and you

Wisdom is knowing that the stories in the word are real, not trying to destroy them, but accepting what has been done for us. So why on earth are we dithering about…

 

I do not get it…

Today I started my day saying the scriptures etc, then turned on the box.

Rich list, what is a rich list to you. Fame and fortune, not important, oh they have really nice cars and houses.

Yes but what have they not got, think about it, fame (someone you don’t know following you, someone who’s personality you do not know, lives through what you do) why?

Fortune, what really is fortune, for you can only serve one god and honey, that ain’t money. Money is an illusion used to get you off the path and onto the path of destruction.

I feel richer than anyone could ever imagine, when you have money its, oh what can I waste it on, its all about me me me.

Oh MG, time is directed from where it should be, and really if you have so much then do something with it. Their are homeless people, uneducated people, needs everywhere and your remembered for what, fake hair, lips, butt and who knows what else.

Are you loved, I mean truly loved, not for what you look like, but who you are. And what are you made of, time I think to strip all the false lashes etc, half the time you look freaky and not normal at all.

Normal to me is, not what you have, but who you are. You cannot buy your way into heaven, but you can buy your way to hell and burn for eternity. That will melt the silicon, when I meet someone, I don’t see age or anything else, I see inside, I see the person I think the father sees.

You can’t hide, so why not stand up, stand up and be you. Dad had a plan, so get serious, stop wasting time, because all too soon, time will be up…