What is your favorite time of day? My favorite time of day is after midnight. The reason why I am saying this is because I am at peace with myself. I will admit that I stay up all night writing inside of my journal. It appears to me that I am very happy writing either early in the morning or late during the evening. I really love the late night shift because I tend to sleep for most of the day. I know that I was born at 7:30PM on Thursday June 24, 1965. I will admit that I stayed up all night according to my mother. I really love to meditate all night long. Even though I have periods of time by myself. I definitely feel refreshed after drinking a cup of coffee. Another thing that I will admit that I read the Bible or write in my journal. However, my favorite time of day tends to vary throughout the year. During the winter, I like to hibernate just like mammals. I will go directly to bed earlier during the day. I know that as the year progress, I like to make changes in my personal activities. One other thing that I like to do is listen to Church Sermons on the radio. I am spending more time in prayer a lot more than ever right now. I know that my life itself consists of changes. Finally, I want to inform all of you that I used to spend time inside of my quiet place. Therefore, I will admit that I tend to change with the times. I supposed that when you get older, I am trying to learn new things. I am very sorry for going off on tangents, I am recovering from brain fog. Please keep me in your prayers and thoughts because I will admit that brain fog will take a while to recover. Please forgive me!
Have you ever wrestled with Satan in the same way that the Man of God Wrestled with Jacob? I have a very important question to ask everyone right now. Have you ever wrestled with Satan in the same way that Jacob wrestled with the Man of God? I am asking this question because I had a flashback recently. It happened in 1974 when I got into a fist fight with a 15-year-old boy. We got into a fist fight over a black fisted pick that people used to comb their hair. I fought this boy because he threatened my manhood over something that he could have purchased for himself. Next, I fought with this boy because he threatened me with violence. I might have been younger, but that poor brother was limping after I got finished with him. He got away on his bike. I want to inform all of you that this boy was 6 years older than me. I want to say that I might not have wre...
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