terça-feira, 13 de outubro de 2015

The Invisible World of Women - Page 12

I will now get this text, communicating to you that I was locked in G + and without understanding why ... But that's ok, my story continues.
The number of visits that I now have in my blog is so great that I will not need to disclose the pages of my book, and I once again make it clear that things only get complicated, I am not giving up easy and I have nothing to fear.
In fact my story is to speak of God's love ...
Like this...
In February 2015, I enter my Facebook profile and there was a message from a woman: I need to talk to you,  something like that, it is delicate. Do you know what? She does not live in Brazil as I had been advised ... it was a woman by far!
As I already knew what it was, I said: I was waiting for You for some time. Then we started talking, She was frustrated, so full of rage, I tried to get around, telling her everything that happened to me, and asking her to have calm.
The same complaint had already given our Macgyver, for international crimes.
She also was helping for the same reasons that I ... but in December 2014 if I remember correctly she found out he was married, and his wife works in a hospital, nursing technician ... (explains the examinations and reports sent us his alleged illness)
Looking back ... He does not act alone, he has a blonde woman and a much younger man than he.
She sent me a photo of the couple when I saw exactly blue dress, that I commented on the previous page, (a white hand of a normal man, stroked the side of the thigh of a woman, she also very white and wore a blue dress , jeans type) it seemed that the photo had been taken from my sight ....
All this left me very impressed, and every day I was looking over the presence of God.

See the email I sent to him on February 28, 2015:
I told you a few months ago that I was expecting to receive a letter or a message from a distant woman, if not erase our conversations, could go check it out now.
You mock, plays with God, I told you ... He does not like messing with His children, He used me for love to make you understand your mistakes, repent and search it .... you did not believe It.
I had opened the Bible, as I started to do every day, always open at random, and just read where my eyes stop ... I passed the message.

Look what He told me to say to You this morning: 
(Isaiah 44) - 24.Thus saith the LORD, thy redeemer, and he that formed thee from the womb, I {am} the LORD that maketh all {things}; that stretcheth forth the heavens alone; that spreadeth abroad the earth by myself;
25.That frustrateth the tokens of the liars, and maketh diviners mad; that turneth wise {men} backward, and maketh their knowledge foolish;
26.That confirmeth the word of his servant, and performeth the counsel of his messengers

And that's exactly what happened, I shivered as I read  and crying.

I opened the Bible again, and to me my father said:
(Psalm 101) - 1. I will sing of mercy and judgment: unto thee, O LORD, will I sing.
2. I will behave myself wisely in a perfect way. O when wilt thou come unto me? I will walk within my house with a perfect heart.
3. I will set no wicked thing before mine eyes: I hate the work of them that turn aside; {it} shall not cleave to me. {wicked...: Heb. thing of Belial}
4. A froward heart shall depart from me: I will not know a wicked {person}.
5. Whoso privily slandereth his neighbour, him will I cut off: him that hath an high look and a proud heart will not I suffer.
6. Mine eyes {shall be} upon the faithful of the land, that they may dwell with me: he that walketh in a perfect way, he shall serve me. {in a...: or, perfect in the way}
7. He that worketh deceit shall not dwell within my house: he that telleth lies shall not tarry in my sight. {shall not tarry: Heb. shall not be established}
8. I will early destroy all the wicked of the land; that I may cut off all wicked doers from the city of the LORD.

I continued, Macgyver, you know me, you know my soul and my heart.
I know I'm just, I gave you every opportunity to stop and repent, but you will hurt people like a machine, destroying ...
I sent this e-mail with a copy to the girl.
I called the same day to the Nadir to tell everything that was going on. And she again told me, I see the three handcuffed, he, his wife and his son ... I cried, it was not what I wanted, but my heart commanded I would do it justice.
I knelt down and asked God to change that story.
It is not over yet ... I keep praying ...
I need to find a name for the girl, for her participation does not end here.


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