Oh, my.

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Don't let a bit of sentimentality... allow you to think I have gone soft.

Remember what formed me.  Where I went.  What I became.  While seeking heaven sans God I lost much.


Many, especially women, think they are innocent.  I knew better.  I avoided innocents.  Anyone dealing with me, in my nature, had to have known my name well enough to call it.  I despised those reckless and foolish enough to call me.  And so it was.  To a degree, that remains true.  Now, simply, I have two names.  The choice, of which to use, as always, is yours.


Life can be terrible or grand.  I have known both.  I have chosen, for myself.  This is no longer my path, unless given no choice.  Then we will dance.  I wish evil could just slay me, but it doesn't have any more power regarding such a thing than I do.  So... they will simply find a minor hell, right here on earth, should they choose to play.  I'm... better at their intent than they will ever imagine.  This too, is a gift.  So powerful only the Holy Spirit could have bestowed it.  God does work in mysterious ways.  Terrible weapons are still borne, even in heaven, and by angels.  As above, below.  If even angels will be judged... by the elect.  So care with such things, of course, is required.  As above, below, again.


For some time I thought I would only ever be grey.  Oh, I heard the call to more but could not believe it... would not.  There was a hope for the right, the holy, the humble, the simple, the traditional.  I saw no way across that river.  Doing what I could with what I had seemed all there was.  Knowing as I did, I knew it was far short.  But Grace persisted.


Yes, there is more and I have found it.  Healed?  As much as flesh, soul, and mind can heal... of flesh.  Of spirit?  I am home.  But what was, always understand, always will be.  Go hide, or say "friend" and be welcome.

Yes, I had a pleasant time.  I enjoyed what will, soon or late, be the ones who become the warriors of Armageddon, as almost all Christians will be gone or compromised beyond Godliness.  It will be these seemingly lost children who will find their way to rightness.   They are... the stores of humanity.  As some store foods, those places store what will be left of goodness.  Neither our stored food, nor stored humanity, seem fit compared to what we have today, to some.  But when thirsty, what water is available will have to serve.  And it will.  It will serve Christ, and He will be glad for it.  But moments of humble joy don't change what I am, was, or will be, even if attempting the road to salvation.  Remember what Christ will do upon His return, with a word.  It is not all about peace, and gentility, and comfort... not yet.  Amen.