The Master Of The Waves. (Rewritten as inspired. Copyrighted.) An analogy. By Timothy Baugh. March 18, 2019.

The great rivers of Life are in the power of the Lord. And they carry headlong all those who despise Him: and entangle their paths. They sweep away their banks. (they know no boundaries to the damage they can cause). Their flooding catches the bodies (of weak, sinful ones) and destroy their lives. For they (Life’s trials, tribulations, and hardships) are more swift than lightning and more aggressive. Those who cross (meet them) in faith are not moved (troubled or distressed); And all those who walk on them without blemish (in purity) shall not be afraid. For the lesson in them is what the Lord has done. All who cross (meet) them in faith are not moved. (troubled or distressed). Put on, therefore, the name of the Lord (Jesus Christ), and know Him. Then, you shall cross them without danger, for the rivers (and seas) will be subject to you. The Lord (Jesus Christ Himself) has bridged them by His own word; and He walked and crossed them on foot. His footsteps stood firm on the water (undisturbed), and were not injured; they were as firm as a tree that is set strong against the winds. Even though the waves were lifted up on this side and that, yet the footsteps of our Lord Messiah stood firm and were not deter from their purpose. And a similar way has been appointed for those who cross after Him. And for those who will adhere (steadfastly) to the course of faith in Him, who worship His name. Hallelujah! 

Another entry from the book, “How To Weave The Character Of Christ Into Your Life.” Anchoring Your Soul In God’s Haven Of Rest. By Timothy Baugh. March 18, 2019.

Think about Jesus Christ and His Apostles on the Sea of Galilee while reading the following.       “They that go down to the sea in ships, that do their business in great waters; These see the works of the LORD, and his wonders in the deep. For he commands, and raises (makes to be still) the stormy wind, which lifts up (causes to rise or mount up) the waves (of the sea) thereof. They mount up to the heaven, they go down to the depths: their (the Apostles) soul is melted (their courage is gone) because of trouble. They reel to and from, and stagger like a drunken man, and are at their wit’s end. (all their wisdom of skill and expertise is swallowed up by fear). Then they cry unto the LORD in their  trouble, and he brings them out of their distresses. He (Jesus) makes the storm a calm, so that the waves thereof are still. Then are they glad because they be quiet; so he brings them into their desired haven.” Psalm 107: 23-30. (with my own insights added.)   How we need to lean on the everlasting arms of God: safe and secure from all alarm. Yet, too often when faced with what seems to be insurmountable difficulties; we are then swallowed up by anxiety, worry and fear. God’s great haven of rest is abiding in His perfect peace. By keeping our minds stayed on Him we will know no fear. Such a peace surpasses all understanding and keeps our hearts and minds at rest in Christ Jesus.

My dear Blogger friends, I was able to post 2 thinks Revelation and my orphanage

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The orphanage

I don’t know if this is ever going to be posted… No internet here.

I saw my old orpanege today.

Sad memory.

My father, the one that raised and gave me is name and I drove to the earliest of my memories, the orphanage I was put in when my nonna died. The building was now in cement, the gate and the entry the saddest memories. Been taken there and left by my mom that could not take care if me. The gravel in the inside took the place if the dirt I remembered. The tree, still in the center, almost in the Center of the coumpound. Sadness and relief at the same time. At the corner before entering in the orphanage the little classroom where I did half of my first grade. My dad looked at the building, made a comment about the “new look”. He had red eyes later and as I was remembering my childhood unloved, lonely tears started to flow out and in the deep if myself, I felt that that old pain again.

Can I play? My little voice asked the nun, no you cannot because your don’t. Listen so, again I was tied down to the big big table where we all ate. Another day another pain that turned into anger. Why can’t I play?

I was startle at how clear the memories were.

Maybe later,

Pat.