I am the author of, “In Presence of Spirit,” and “In Presence of Spirit in Conversation with the Lord,”
I Place The Matter In Your Hands
The name changed many times. The whole incredible trip from beyond the dead to life, “In Christ,” is so awesome. I have to share. Whether or not, you are ready. It is finally ready, to be let free.
Now is the time, then was not the time. I had a lot more writing to do. The last hours of the close of this, My testimony of Jesus Christ. I will read yours, whoever you might be.
Dear Jesus Christ, I am coming to You at the end of this journey, with you in writing. I figure this is, Your designated time for me, to complete the scripts that in the book.
As stated: I have to look past myself and give you what Jesus Christ, has given me. For whoever will ever, read this work of wordy expressions of love. Through the Spirit, of the oneness of hope and faith. There is a better today, for all concerned.
For Everyone In Heart, Soul Revelation, through Christ Jesus, Who Strengthens The Congregation, Through You, In You, With You, Round About The Glory of You, Jesus Christ in Your World Awakening.
“I Love You, Jesus Christ.” I Miss You. I Have To Share You, To The World, In Your Hands. I Place The Matter of Fact, In Your Hands.”Crisis Center, people needing help, now. No time to wait. forever and a day, and that day never comes.
Oh, I have waited so long, for this day to finally come. It is at my gate. I know my boldness, will peek through, and the doors will start swinging open. Oh Lord Have Mercy On Us. November 26, 2008 Wendy Yvette Greenwell
since I started writing the book, at the beginning of 1996,
Who am I, to write what I have, and who cares, in the World. What I have done. But all the while, time and time again. It was my journey, from the darkness of my soul, to bring light to my soul. For the loss of my life, and my love.
Through my writings,
It lifts me out of darkness, into a state of grace, Grace is given by Jesus Christ. I know my pain was buried, my pain was ugly. My pain was in my face. When I left, I was in shock.
I searched deep into myself, all the readings, all the prayers, all the crying, mourning, the things I put up with, the emotional roller coaster of the negative, that had consumed our lives.
I had no cover-up, for my abused self, from him and me, for losing me, to the lie. Because that is all, it was. I once said, “that if this was all a game, everyone lost.” Well you know, the only thing we lost, was the fight.
My straightforward being, is a constant, in the writings.
Only in the Spirit of Our Dear Heavenly Father, that made my experience, A Gift, Not A Curse.
A Gift, To Mankind, for The Remission of The World’s Sins. In God, I live through Jesus Christ, and His Holy Spirit has ignited the light in my soul. To Induce, The Omnipresence, of every prayer for humankind. To open up the kingdom of heaven within, each one of us.
Oh please, Who am I? No one of myself, pick me apart. The Lord through me, gave me, His Holy Spirit. “To Perpetuate An On-Going Dialogue With Him, “In Presence of Spirit.” That is what is up. All summed up for me alone? No! not for a second.
It is made, “In Presence of Spirit,” for His Purpose, to stay with me, until the end of time, and forever.
Now, this is the only forever, and I can only imagine. It was never a competition against or with the husband of my youth. Although it is obvious, I am not retarded. I stayed unmarried, and he is married all but three months of the fourteen years. Our kids are Adults; his kids are in the first grade, and kinder. Now he is staying, making it right.
His little game caught up with him. Now that I know it was all his game, because he always competed with me, for some strange reason. The reasons that have come to pass.
I survived every obstacle to come to complete for me, mine and the Lord’s, “In Presence of Spirit.” To be shared. A must of my desire and my quest.
I can not in my mortality, state it any different.
I refuse to be embarrassed about my small part in this, repeat, “but what oneself is, To You Dear Lord.” He gave me my heart, and my soul back. “In Presence of Spirit,” The Original Writing.”
I thought long and hard about that, the first piece of my heart, that he gave me eyes’ to see, to write it. “In Presence of Spirit,” and then closed they went. I was part of the negative inside me. Not just my negative, but everyone. Take it any way you want it.
I have to see it through; no door has opened yet, this is all or nothing. What do I have to lose? I guess I am the one, that is going to open, that door. Hey! What? the door has been opened, and no one dared, to come into, “Wendy’s, In Presence of Spirit.” When they do, I know I will feel better.
I love it, he gave me meaning before, during, after, my misery.
In the presence of my misery, Jesus took my hand, and guided me out of darkness, into the light of, His Ever Presence. I have been a silent partner with Christ in me, the hope of Glory. Silent, I must not be anymore. Too many are suffering. Although I still do not speak what I wrote, and if it is the Holy Spirit’s will for me to speak, at that time, so be it. With one heart to heal. October 27, 2008, Wendy Yvette Greenwell
I thought, “how safe, courteous understanding employees who take care of the special needs, of the Women and Children, who walk through those doors.
As breakfast started Moms were’ preparing the meal for the Children hurt, battered, but going on with the everyday duty of caring, picking up fragments of themselves, while keeping the focus on their young.
I observe mostly children five and younger. The outward appearances seemed, not to show the real story. The inside concerned me. They were fighting.
Realizing all these Women and Children had just gotten out of the “Last Fight.” As I watched the children, I saw my own, at all their ages. I was grieved to see the outcome of an evasive cycle.
The residue of the ending cycle, of the degeneration, of Our Unities broken from bondage, to prepare the way, for the regeneration of our souls.
Life’s trauma’s, affect the balance of the truth.
Confused, through the clouded darkness, of one’s most inner being. The circle of events is repetitious, throughout history. So many are kept secret, chartered course, and it is hard to stop the cycle.
No man is better; My God is the oceans,
Are the mountains, are the trees, plants, tropical forests. The food therein is the spirit, and spirit is not minded power, it is heart power, compassion. Thank You, Lord, you always knew I wanted, to write.
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Friends are working together in all crises, loneliness, acceptance, compassion, tenderness, honesty. Truth shall set us free. Thank You, Lord.
We all get our ancestor’s vibrations, repetition since time started. One million to one million, someone from Noah’s Ark, had an unclean heart and passed it on through. Christ sent from and through God.
Christ is within us all. He is here for the asking, a bottomless pit. You have to reach down deep, and then accept, Jesus Christ as Our Savior. He is Our Source. He is, The highest. He is Omnipotent, and Omnipresent, In Infinite, Magnificent Form.
My Lord, My God, you know what my mind says, but my heart, lead’s to Glory, complete for, You. My eyes, your stars, your truths implanted firmly in my heavenly loins, for thou know the wombs of us, that have been privileged, too full term life, Your life, Your love, Your compassion, Your strength, Your communion with the Angels since infinite time began.
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People in need of comfort, compassion, understanding. It is time to put away selfishness. We are all on a ride. Why not get on together? For tomorrow is coming fast, and then do you want your life, to be in vain? Mine is not anymore.
Lord, grant that I might see, through Your heart. To ride that white stallion, through Your Great Gates of Eternal Life. “Lord Show Me Thy Ways.” Well, You already are, I can not live two lifetime’s, in one day. Thanks for slowing me down to a gentle trickle, while I am sponging your knowledge.
Thank You, for showing me my place in heaven, and Thank You for letting me see the light. All I saw were people, using people, taking advantage, not listening or looking to see, what was going on.
Who made you Judge, Jury and clown master.
Man did! God is the Only true Judge. The man could not tell the truth from a lie, so man made judge and jury. The man was running around. What soothed him was his ail, his women, and the control over the centuries.
I have reached the kingdom of heaven within, and I am growing stronger. We will meet, we will be at the pearly white gates, together. We are the caretakers, and every one of us has been used thumbs down, put down, and run down. Not by God. God’s warnings are omnipresent but by Man’s words.
“We will mount our horses and draw our swords,” We are the stronger to put up with the blame of man’s demise. Come out of your comas. We are not doormats. We are brides of Our Father, who art in heaven. In the name of, The Father, The Son, and The Holy Spirit.
God grant that I may see clearer, each minute that passes by, Lord, for the afflicted, are in desperate need, condition. It is time to end the cycle. Since deceit, greed and all the other abominations, concentrated in one big mess. Yuk.
I see a beautiful vision. It is from God. Women afflicted, being able to recover from, “The Last Fight,” together. Recovery together, helping each other, through the transitional year, and to help the elderly, because we can make them happy before they pass away. No more hiding, what are all you waiting for. We have to fight for Our God Given Rights, and I will not keep my mouth closed. Writings in secret forever or not. January 29, 1996 Wendy Yvette Lyke
The garbage in your mind is scattered bits and pieces, trying to reach for the answers. Turn to Jesus Christ. Go down eighteen inches into your heart, from your mind.
Accept the gift. A new awakening shall take place. My understanding is only seen, through my Lord’s eyes. For if it were’ up to the man, I would be dead It is through the Spirit of Christ, which brings us down on our knees and shows accounts of, Jesus Christ in all His works. January 1996 Wendy Yvette Lyke then Wendy Yvette Greenwell
Yours are the eyes in which I see. Yours are the arms, that reach out and embrace, The World with Your Holy Spirit.
Yours are the ears in which all of Mankind hears. Your stillness penetrates their inner being with the sound of Your Presence, Amplified. For all to come home in heart realization of the revelation of God’s Love, throughout all generations.
The Writings are here. They are Omnipotent. They are Omnipresent. It is readable, touchable, understandable; it is everlasting. It is a fact, not fiction.
It is, “In Presence of Spirit.” You can hear it, as it is written, You can feel it. You can absorb it. You can see it, You can accept it, or you can deny it. Denying it does not make it void. It does not matter, it is what it is, and it will do, what it is intended, to do.
For the concerns of this life, are weighing down, and the struggle is almost over. In the light, from darkness into, The Presence of The Holy Spirit of Jesus Christ, who gave me the most treasured gifts, of all my life. The times I spend with You Jesus Christ, In The Presence of Your Holy Spirit.
I am grateful for all my writings, with You Jesus Christ, “In Presence of Spirit.” You sparked the light of love, in my heart, and soul. Blessed To Your Ever Presence, in the writings, You Authored, through me, and my ever presence. To You Jesus Christ, with your only heart to heal. August 31, 2010, Wendy Yvette Greenwell
