Your Majesty

Dear Lord God Almighty,

Maker of the heavens and the earth, we bow down in spirit to the heavenly presence.

Bring us out of the wilderness and into “In Presence of Spirit.” Clear the misconceptions of the negative parts of history. Bring a new day, a new song, and a new feeling of freedom from despair. Open our hearts to understanding.

Spark the light that is in the presence of Spirit, in the ever-presence of Your Majesty. It is all for one, and one for all, for all time—not for a day, a week, a month, or a year, but for eternity.

Heal the lineage of our ancestors—the DNA that still lives in us. All the wars for religion’s sake—why can’t we all be brothers and sisters? We can, because we are!

Cut the cobwebs of discontent and clear the airwaves, inside and out, for a generational cleansing to a oneness in truth that is ours for the asking.

Heal the air that we breathe. Cut the cords of all the generational abominations of the negative side of doom.

“Bring gladness to hearts, for sure there is an end to pain.” Bring healing from all trauma. Bring all afflictions to a halt. Rain down heavenly manna on the entire oneness in Spirit—here, there, and everywhere, in every dimension, in time, space, and significant reason.

The awakening has begun. Spark the light of love in the one soul of eternity. One God Almighty, one Son, and one Holy Spirit—the Holy Trinity that is ever-present.

“Knock and the door will be opened.” Hold fast, my love, for a new day, a new week, a new month, a new year, in “In Presence of Spirit,” with you and everyone who will read my writings one day. I ask for the forgiveness of sins and inheritance among them, which are sanctified by faith that is in Me—Jesus Christ.

Stop the fighting, the wars, the history of what was—the casualties all over the world. The hate, the crime, the abuse—spiritual, physical, and mental. The lies, the burdens, the pain, the isolation, the narcissistic controllers.

Heal the brokenhearted. Bring the cures for every illness. Bring light to the darkened corners of our hearts. Open the eyes of our hearts to You, my Lord, my love, my reason for making it through all these years, sharing my writings.

Nothing is the same since my son’s passing. I have been sleeping a lot. I fell at the end of February and hurt my left knee terribly.

Thank you, Lord, for this time “In Presence of Spirit.” I love you.

“In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, as it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end. Amen.” — Wendy, October 7, 2020