Possibilities Are Endless.

I started working on the manuscript on Notepad,

Can you imagine it? I started the first part in March 1996. Then I decided I wanted to work on “Reflections in Presence of Spirit.”

I cannot work on it like I used to. I am not ready to activate social media. Furthermore, I tried, but I have deactivated and deleted my Pinterest. Besides, I can go to GoDaddy and sign in with my Facebook account, but now I am okay behind the scenes. Moreover, they send me messages to buy my server; my resources are not unlimited.

The possibilities are endless

But I choose to follow through without getting it, or any of it at all. We will see what tomorrow is going to bring. You need some tender love and care. You cannot do the same old anymore. Furthermore, you need to open up and let the light of love come in and help the cause from the effect. Yes, I said it. I am down, and I have to pick myself up and do the work to get me where I need to be in action, not in distraction.

I got to climb out of this hole. Have to be alive in Spirit. I want to feel the excitement and dynamics of what I have honestly done, sharing my “In Presence of Spirit,” and hundreds of the extensions.

Shallow Breathing! Nothing in my brain!

Thoughts, episodes in floating thoughts that have not entirely healed. Coming out of a flat-lined state, not able to go forward with all that has been left for me to share. I do not know physically who to ask for help! That means I have been lost in my past sins and my children’s choices, with no forgiveness, angry with myself.

Thoughts, February 24, 1996: “Thoughts are flowing with nowhere to hide, for all is gone, and you are the one who lights. The light of thy heart, soul, breath, and mind is exalted from the world ’roundabout.

For it, thy will be done. For the strength I have is from thee. The knowledge I have received through my tribulation is wisdom, and it has given me the courage and faith that belong to Our Father in heaven.

For it is our Father in heaven who walked with and protected me through the threshold of death and showed me life. I have taken my cross and borne it for many. I was buried and awakened in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost. Furthermore, I have been delivered from my trespasses and iniquity. I have no liens on one thing, not even my children.”

This was written four days after my Divorce.

I am finding my way back into the presence of Jesus Christ’s Holy Spirit. I have been stagnant, not knowing which way to go. Upside, downside, inside, outside, roundabout. I long to have the passion of these my conversations with the Lord. Shared but not found. It’s okay; their time will come.

I am waiting for the right time.

I do not feel right. Furthermore, I need reconstruction. Do not need to evaluate; out with the old, in with the new. Each writing is new to anyone who reads them. I love working with them, or excuse me, I used to work on them. It is because I have shared it.

I have not activated any resources to elevate resources and income. It is my right, and I do not know how to ask for abundance. As for users/subscribers, most try to get in my admin. Their usernames and mail.coms do not look right to me. To me, you want to read them; they are here. I am out here by myself. No need to activate social media because I cannot do any more than I have done, and the little that I am doing is not enough. My eyes required a rest.

These writings I wrote were my therapy, my times, “In Presence of Spirit,”

These writings I wrote were my therapy, my times, “In Presence of Spirit,”

You were just what I required to get through my times of having conversations with the Lord. In Spirit, not without. It was not an easy ride. It has almost been a year in July since I finally admitted to not marrying my one true love. To his face. He asked, and I answered. Thereafter, we have talked a few times. I mean, please. I finally texted him and told him he has no reason to come here again. Furthermore, I missed him some. But for all the reasons that be, when the judge said we were severed, we were. A lie cannot last forever. It was his lie.

It will be thirty-six years on the 30th of May, the first and last time I will ever get married. I did not rehash. The way I see it, the whole marriage was a lie from day one. Playing the part from His hell into His heaven, I had a price to pay, and I paid dearly. May 21, 2017, Wendy Yvette Greenwell.