Gorgeous Nature

Can you hear it, dear reader? Are you tapping your feet as you pick-up the beat? Nature sings praises to God, are you attuned? 

I have heard a chorus of crickets that sound like a heavenly angelic choir. Someone took the time to record and then slow the sound, and voila, the listener'r soul is transported upward. Have you heard this recording too?

What about the time-lapsed images of birds flying to and fro to retrieve building materials for nest assembly? Have you delighted in following their progress, watching them care for their offspring, the tiny replicas that seem to miraculously emerge from cracked, previously sat on and kept warm, eggs? How can all of this be, dear reader? Is it not wonderfully astounding?

I read this morning in Matthew Henry's Commentary On The Whole Bible, page 579, that what we see, is natural constant preaching of God's presence and more significantly, God's creative hand in all things natural. To state this plainly, nature is gorgeous, elegant, perfectly unified, and fits hand in glove in extraordinary countless ways ... do you appreciate this, dear one? 

I have been thinking about blueprints ... DNA strands and scientific this or that ... those that look through microscopes and then despotically deconstruct the elements in order to comprehend the mysteries of the inner workings of the thing they study so that they can Frankenstein bits and pieces together ... I am writing tangentially at the moment ... please bear with me as I take us somewhere ...

My idea is that without raw materials, there would be nothing to study, but let us add to this, that there would be nothing to manipulate or bastardize either. Scientists use what God, and only God, can provide, to firstly discover, and then what appears to be very common practice, to destroy via splicing and dicing and reassembling, so that healthy structures are weakened and grotesquely disabled and disfigured.  Mad scientists ~ crazy people, that deny God, despite all the evidential proof they steal from nature ~ refuse to praise the Creator, while nature cannot help but sing his praises. 

Crickets are humming, Holy is the Lord

Birds are chirping, God is my provider and protector

Bees are buzzing, Beautiful is thy bounty

What are you humming? What are you chirping about? What vibrational buzz has you declaring God has provided beauty and bounty as your provider and protector?

I love a full and complete circle. I really appreciate when all things make sense and there is nothing lacking or missing. I look at human babies, puppies ~ infant forms of all kinds ~ budding flowers and trees; the roll waves inland followed shortly thereafter, by a mesmerizing rolling back out again, and I cannot help but be in utter awe. When I think of a flower, I do not want to pull it apart, because I know that if I do, I will not be able to reassemble it again, and that I have somehow contributed to its final demise ... a flower's life is short lived, and its beauty fades quickly. When I think of humans being pulled apart by other humans, it is wretchedness to my soul ... the bloom of youth is short lived, and to hurt another human is to contribute to their final, more often than not, painful demise. Why would anyone want to do this, you ask? Indeed, why ... The Bible says those that sin against God, hate him, and love death: 

But he that sinneth against me wrongeth his own soul: all they that hate me love death (Proverbs 8:36)

If a person hates God and sins against him, wronging the very soul that God has given him, what difference does it make if he hates you, hates me, hates our children, hates birds, flowers, trees, bears, bees ... Hate is hate, and if a person hates, then it Biblically follows, that they love the death of people, places, and precious things, that remind you and me of God's magnificent creative hand. They love to hate. They love death for hell's sake. They actually, oddly, hate God, the God that made them! 

I will not convolute. I refuse to philosophize. I do not speak apologetically or prophetically either. I only beseech, with hope and prayer, that people will turn in thanksgiving to their Maker(s) ~ God the Father, God the Son, God the Holy Ghost ~ and join in with natural preaching and praising of the Almighty. Let us couple our voices with the heavenly holy angelic host, in glorifying the Most High, this very day

 ... and let the demons shriek their horror and fear; their days are numbered. 

Brain Bath

Imagine your brain, bathed in Truth serum:

• Who would you be?
  
• Would we be able to recognize you? 
• If you were completely different, would that indicate to others that you were self and other deceived? prior to the treatment that changed your thinking and being.

Death is one of those rude awakening events that tend to help us see the flimsy cobweb clusters accumulated in the corners of our minds. The stark reality of the removal of a person we know, coupled with the feeling that something is missing ... something is amiss, something just ain't quite right, leaves us faded somehow; perhaps we become a semblance of our former selves.

Death is Truth serum for the soul. 

I know several people that began to take life very seriously, leaving behind frivolity, following the death of a loved one. And ought it not to be so, dear reader? shouldn't we be pensive and perhaps a bit preoccupied too, when someone has left us behind, without providing a forwarding address? 

I think the time that follows the death of someone we love must be a time of reconciling, with them, with self, with others too, and more importantly, with God.

Romans 12:18

If it be possible, as much as lieth in you, live peaceably with all men.

While we are still here in this the physical realm, as much as is possible and within our capabilities, it behooves us to live peaceably with all men. But, dear reader, not all men want to live peaceably with us. Some men want to maim, kill, destroy ... with this type of character, there is no such thing as peace. 

The crux of the matter is what hangs in the balance ... Jesus said, Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid (John 14:27). Our peace while here, and later in the great beyond if heaven becomes our eternal home, must come from the Prince of Peace, Jesus Christ ... the prince of darkness presides and reigns supreme in the physical realm and if you doubt this, dear one, then I wonder at your world view? and your perception too, of the goings on that we are witnessing daily. Satan is referred to as the god of this world, in 2 Corinthians 4:4 In whom the god of this world hath blinded the minds of them which believe not, lest the light of the glorious gospel of Christ, who is the image of God, should shine unto them. Satan does not want minds illumined with the glorious light of Truth, that Christ is King and the key to salvation. 

• If only everyone would take a Truth brain bath
• If only all, considered Truth as the serum that saves
• If only duplicity, dichotomy, divisiveness, and devilishness were easily identified by each and every one of us ... 

I have the if only's right now, dear reader. A melancholy blanket drapes over me in my restlessness. I want to move forward, but walking does not change the location of my heart; it hovers tentatively like a leaden balloon. My hope is in Christ Jesus, while my understanding acknowledges how sin soaked the world is; we are living the repercussions of cumulative un-repented sin. 

I am writing in my kitchen. Overhead, the ceiling is stained because above the kitchen sink is a toilet. A drainage pipe for this toilet has somehow gotten itself bent out of shape, and water is pooling there. The water has to go somewhere, so it spills, exiting through the ceiling light that is poised directly over the kitchen island. Drip, drip, drip ... sin is like water droplets ... one at a time does very little damage, add one drop to another and then another, and then hundreds and thousands more, and the ceiling may very well drip and then drop, right on your head, or mine in this instance. 

The stain is there, evidence that something is not working properly. A toilet is over the kitchen, imagine that, dear one ... mixing waste that is disgusting, with what we consume that ought to be physically beneficial to our bodies. Sin is the disgusting stuff that stains and soils the soul, Truth is the purification filtration system that can clean us from the inside out, removing the evidence of sinful stains. 

I have already spent $500 to repair what has gone amiss. The next step is to cut out the concealing ceiling, have the naughty pipe removed and replaced by one that works to clear out sewage. Men are doing this dirty work for me and my family. Men that are willing to get a little dirty themselves, so that our house can be functionally useful. Men of God ... they do the work that I cannot do, and I am very grateful. Jesus, dear one, did the work that you could not do. You could not clear or clean yourself from your filthy sin, but his perfect blood can wash you clean ... you need only be honest with him, and with yourself, allowing him to baptize your brain, bathing in Truth serum. 

That's it for me today, at least in writing. I am grateful for words, The Word. And I am grateful for cleaning solutions and solvents for soiled souls. 

What, pray tell, are you grateful for, and to whom/Whom? Do you have any invisible, or perhaps very obvious to the naked eye, stains that need taking care of? I leave you to your washing, and may God's hand be upon you in all you say and do, from this day forward. 

But if we walk in the light, as he is in the light, we have fellowship one with another, and the blood of Jesus Christ his Son cleanseth us from all sin (1 John 1:7)

My Hope is in Heaven

The days pass and sadness mixes with madness, not the crazy kind, the angry kind. I waste or kill time, wander in my mind from one passing thought to another. I would rather not be disjointed, distracted, and discombobulated in my thinking, but my soul is searching and today, I realize more than ever before, that my hope is in heaven. 

My hope is that my sister is there ... as I walk this plane, the thought of heaven becomes more and more agreeable. These past few days, I have felt deep sorrow soaked in great disconcerting dissatisfaction. I have all a body could need and want, and yet ... there is so much missing that I can not relocate, and place in the void. My spirit cries out, is this it? All she wrote? More of the same coming my/our way? 

Yesterday I got removed from LinkedIn for not living into their community standards. I spoke against lethal injections and those that acted like dressed up pushers. People in suits and ties, expensive dresses and decorative jewelry, told the masses to, Get those shots, Get them now, while they are hot, Don't wait until it is too late ... too late, too late, that is what reverberates over and over again in my mind. I think of Jesus and the plotting to kill him for speaking the truth. Some people on LinkedIn wanted to shed my blood for my attacking the idols they worship and bow down to. I am confident more than one member lodged a complaint or two against me; and wouldn't you know it, dear reader, that I am very intentional in my actions, and I knew I was on the cusp of being expelled ... and I don't mind one bit. 

There are things we cannot un-think, un-say, un-do. We have invisible scars marking us as previously injured from what we have chosen in the past. Some injuries are evident to the naked eye, as indicators of more recent decisions many have made, that have marred their lives. I know people spending all of their time at doctor appointments, getting treatments for this ailment, or that newly discovered and "very rare" disease or condition. It all just plain old makes me weep. I have moved on from sounding the alarm, to simply being a sounding board, while periodically raging against the machine when I feel the build-up of frustration reach a boiling point. 

I lied just there: I am still sounding an alarm. I want people to admit they made a mistake before it is too late for them to reconcile with God. I want people to acknowledge that what they are suffering is unnatural, instigated by mad ~ meaning criminally crazy ~ men. I want them to say, Oh no, I chose badly, wrongly, and I am so sorry God, so very very sorry. Please forgive me and heal me. 

My hope is in heaven and that is where my King resides. I see what is happening here on planet earth and it curls my upper lip, when I consider the damage that has been done to the populace. I suspect many an hour was, and is, spent circling caldrons, as witches and warlocks cast spells, worshiping the god of this world, and willingly doing his deadly bidding. Big Pharma, that wicked old slithering snake, has charmed the wanton, the weary, the unaware. Has he charmed you? I pray not. 

Grief is a strange never never land state of being. I am neither here, nor there. I am neither in heaven, nor on earth ... I float somewhere in-between. Passing clouds appeal to me as vehicles for travel, but alas, they are beyond my reach. 

I miss you terribly Antonella. A close friend of mine gave me a gift and a card the other day. In the card Keli called you my diamond in the sky, and you are.

Defending Deceivers

Yesterday I had a bee in my bonnet, so I took a big stick and shoved it hard into a hornets nest, then stirred. The results were as I had hoped: I got great satisfaction from the word tomato and stones thrown at me by the buzzing hornets that could not stand their hero being accused of murder, of lying, of being a Satan worshipping free mason. 

I attacked Trump ... because the man has spoken vile words of recommendation, telling people repeatedly to get the oh-so-popular injections that were all the rage not that long ago: now we all know countless numbers of sick people, or we hear about so and so dropping dead in their kitchen, backyard, or just standing around where ever they happen to be; expiring in ambulances or hospital beds, after being poisoned to death. 

I know many a soul that has suffered after syringes filled with the vile concoction were inserted into arms, with the product forced in at needle point. I heard someone say, People are walking like broken chairs ... have you noticed how many people are lopsidedly limping these days? The injured display their wounds and no matter how many specialists they see, or how many tests they get, the damage is permanent and possibly deadly. But for the grace of God, go we ... he has been very merciful in giving us time to repent and reconcile with him. If you got those shots and you are now realizing you made a grave error, please do, consider confessing your sin ~ namely, going against God's Sovereign will ~ and ask for forgiveness through Christ our Lord, and then, sin no more. 

Yesterday I posted on LinkedIn, and other social media, but it was the LinkedIn members that went hog wild, crazed and wanting to annihilate my character, as a Christian and as a Canadian. I couldn't care less about their opinion or their frothing at the mouth, I wasn't entering a popularity contest. What I was doing was going after the idol they worship, the despicable deceiver that they love to defend. Idol worship is a sin, and while the wicked roam free, many are still reeling from the loss of loved ones that fell for the hoax perpetrated and perpetuated, by people like Trump, Biden, Trudeau, Poilievre, and all the either ors, the us and them's that people love and hate, and seem to enjoy fighting over. Guilty, each and everyone, that masked up, took to the mic, and spoke the vicious words, get the shots, or something to that effect. It isn't either Trump or Harris, Trudeau or Poilievre ... since when has life been reduced to all but two options, ever? And dear reader, do you seriously believe any of these duplicitous people will do rightly?

One of the most disturbing arguments I have heard in defence of Trump, is that he was unaware of what he was recommending regarding covid shots; that he had somehow been in the dark and misled, just like the millions and millions of people that he says he saved via warp speeding the very same potions. 

1. Let us say for arguments sake, that yes indeed, the man was duped, like so many admittedly were ... why in God's name would anyone want him as President ... how was he in the dark with all the intel he had available to him. Doesn't that make him blind, deaf, dumb, and easily fooled?

2. Let us say, giving the man the benefit of the doubt, that he was late to the poison party, and only recently learned that it was a planned and timed event. After recommending ~ and being recorded doing so at least five times ~ people get the shots, why hasn't he once shown any compassion for the injured? How can he show his face? knowing people worship the ground he walks on, trust him, and taking his recommendations seriously, got injected, and are now living the consequences. Where is the regret, the remorse?  

QUESTIONS: 

1. Did you tell people to wear a mask, keep their distance, and get those shots, dear one?

2. Do you regret your words, your actions, your heavy handed demands? 

Excuses do not mitigate outcomes or consequences. The pain and suffering is real, and I have yet to hear Trump, or any of the perpetrators and politicians, speak compassionately, or remorsefully, toward the victims, or for the part they played in causing injury and death. 

Grievous, it is all grievous. And those that defend deceivers I suspect, fell for the hoax, and have some reconciling to do with their own conscience. It is their only hope to become honest with themselves and others. 

Throw the word tomatoes and stones all you like, if you happen to be someone that cannot stand your idol being torn down; just know the facts, and truth, do not change simply because you do not like them. God is the Judge and sees all, and he knows what is in the hearts and minds of men and women. 

What, pray tell, is in yours?

Money Is Like Manure

An excerpt from you guessed it, Matthew Henry's Commentary On The Whole Bible:

Money is like manure, good for nothing if it is not spread, page 564

Dear reader, how do you make use of the money you have been blessed with; and come to think of it, do you consider your income a blessing from God, or do you give yourself all the credit for the work you do, and the earnings you bring in? Work in and of itself is a blessing: my outlook is that payment for said employment is a significant bonus, especially for those of us that live the purpose God has designed us for ... but I digress. 

More from Matthew Henry:

When God enriches good men they must remember they are but stewards, and must give an account. Now a warning to the wicked: He that by usury and unjust gain increaseth his substance, he shall gather it for him that will pity the poor (Proverbs 28:8)

What a delightful thought and turn of events. Have you heard of the analogy that you cannot grip water, that when you try, it slips effortlessly through your fingers? I contrast and compare this picture to the dripping of cash, from the hands of those that misappropriate to grab as much of it as they can. There is leakage, and they must try all the harder to perpetually obtain, forever thrashing about to get more and more of a substance that perhaps fills their fists temporarily, but like a hobo hopping the next freight train, the money is transient and cannot be held in place. The filthy rich are like this, are't they dear one, never satisfied with a piece of the pie, but forever wanting every crumb for themselves, even if it means pushing someone out of their rightful place, to get at it. 

What do you do with the money you have? Do you spread it around for the good of others? Integrity dictates we manage money with regard, treat it as though it matters, because it does matter. How we spend it or share it, indicates what matters most to us. 

My son has shared with me the ousting of a pastor friend of his that has been kicked out of the Church of England, for speaking against the ordination of women. This is tragically comical. A pastor doing the work of God, speaking truth, and being banished to Siberia so to speak, for not being a hypocrite! God bless him, this is thrilling, and reminds me of Acts in The Bible! How exciting it is to know of men of God that defer to the King of kings, and not to perishable and dying men that will soon enough, be sweet worm meat. NOTE: I learned more regarding the coup. The superior that wanted this fellow out, also wants to sell the building and line his pockets with the cash it pulls in. No wonder so many churches are empty these days, huh? Let us look at scripture for some understanding regarding how the church ought to behave.

Paul gave instructions to the Corinthians, and the Galatians before them, regarding the gathering of money for the saints in need of support in Jerusalem. It behooves us to treat our brethren similarly:

Now concerning the collection for the saints, as I have given order to the churches of Galatia, even so do ye. Upon the first day of the week let every one of you lay by him in store, as God hath prospered him, that there be no gatherings when I come. And when I come, whomsoever ye shall approve by your letters, them will I send to bring your liberality unto Jerusalem. And if it be meet that I go also, they shall go with me (1 Corinthians 16:1-4) 

His instructions include: 

• Follow the same orders of collecting money for the saints, as have already been given to Galatian churches
• Put aside money at the first of every week, based on the prosperity God has provided you ... don't wait until I arrive and pull some "extra" cash out of your pocket the day you see me
• When I am there, whomever it is that you have approved with the task of delivering the liberality, meaning the money you have cheerfully collected and most willingly and freely contribute to the saints, will bring it to Jerusalem
• I will send that person 
• If it is appropriate or possible, the approved person will accompany me with the gift

Let us return to the brother in Christ I spoke of earlier. £6000 pounds have already been sent to him and his family. Fascinating, isn't it, how demoniacs aim to dismantle and destroy the faithful, and the body of Christ steps into the fray so that the work we have been given continues, unhindered? Money is not a necessary evil, money is a blessing we bestow for the sake of the building of the Kingdom of God: while here on earth, our work is to believe in the One God hath sent, and to share the Good News of the Gospel. Nothing and no one can, or will, thwart the Almighty. The Word, will go out. Hear the words of our Lord spoken to Peter. NOTE: We are the church he speaks of!

And I say also unto thee, That thou art Peter, and upon this rock I will build my church; and the gates of hell shall not prevail against it (Matthew 16:18)

Only worldling's see money as the end to justify their mischievous means. Only hirelings attempt to hold captive those that are free in Christ. Only the damnable lie, cheat, misrepresent, misappropriate, to buy themselves creature comforts, at the expense of the innocent that work towards the salvation of souls. 

The priest I have mentioned twice before, has a family, and two of them happen to be his children ... the rest are brothers and sisters in Christ, unified by the blood he shed for the entire world on the cross of crucifixion. We do not cherry pick from The Bible to accommodate our own ideas, opinions. or perspectives, as the worldly do when they attempt to convolute with hidden agendas firmly in place.  We love the entire Word, even if it means recognizing we have gone astray, and have need to course correct ...

I sent money to the young fella with a family, and it was my pleasure. I am not saying this to brag, I am saying it so that you send money too! If you want to send to him, that is great, just let me know and I will get his contact info to you ... or perhaps, you can give to someone in need and be the hands and feet of Jesus ... WEEKLY, and not just when the feeling moves you. 

Matthew 25:40

And the King shall answer and say unto them, Verily I say unto you, inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me. 

This verse, dear reader, cuts both ways. Hurt one of Jesus' saints, you insult him. Help one of Jesus' saints, it is as though you do something wonderful for him. Let this be a warning to those that think themselves safe from recompense. God sees you and what you do, and don't make the mistake of believing your reprieve with save you from reprisal. God's wrath is consuming, and each of us will one day stand before him as the righteous Judge.

Sad Isn't Bad

I take it with me everywhere I go ... a good friend of mine described perfectly how I feel. She said, Sad isn't bad, when I told her that was my emotional state ... this simple phrase makes me well up yet again. It rings true, for those of us that understand that grief must not be hurried or hustled out the door. It isn't a bad thing, it is a testimony to the love we had/have for the one we miss. 

My sister is no longer with us, no longer physically accessible. She is not a stone's throw away, or available for a quick text or check in call. I think of her, remember her and long for her, and have to accept over and over again that there is a great gulf that separates us, one neither of us can transverse, and I hope to God she wouldn't want to; I hope she is where my Lord is ...

The tears come in streams, rivulets that coarse past my nose and threaten to drown me if I don't stem the flow. Perhaps you cry with me, missing her too? Perhaps thinking of Antonella, Tony, Nell's (she went by all three names), makes you grin and then shortly thereafter, weep too ... or perhaps you are feeling the same about someone near and dear to you that is no more?

Sad isn't bad ... sigh

I cannot write something uplifting to free me from this sorrow. I get to be sad and say it, and you get to too. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise, ok?

Let the tears flow, sop them up if you must, but certainly, do not stop them until you are good and ready.

Covid Criminals

Dear reader:

I invite you to consider your stance regarding the catastrophic events that Dominus, our LORD, permitted in 2020, when the entire world was subjected to Satanic onslaught. While some may think the covid era has past, I suggest to you that this manufactured animal is alive and well, thrashing about in the minds, in the bodies, in the souls of those that believed in its existence, and did it's bidding when asked:

See now, covid as a spirit, as a demon, a devil, the devil in disguise, and all current and previous partakers, under the dragon's spell.

See now, the killers, persuading participation not only from the irreligious, but from you, and from me. They want us to use their language, adopt their mentality, and live according to their edicts.

Will you, do you, accept their rules, enjoy their ploys, commit to their ways?

I openly accuse here, all that support or encourage advancing any and all perpetrators that spoke the murderous words, Take the shot, Get vaccinated. Dear reader, if you have family and friends that are now suffering or have died from getting injected with poison, then your cause must be clear. Your compassion and caring ought to go in the direction of justice for the injured, not support of those that have caused injury. 

Rogues nightly rise to murder men for pelf; 

Will you not rouse you to preserve yourself?

Warp speed is fanciful and suggestive. Warp speed is what the devil wants; warp speed is what people want too, when they want it now, whatever now happens to represent to them. Compare warp speed, to waiting on the LORD, and see how haste, makes waste. 

It pains me greatly to see and hear professing Christians, aligning with men and women that have spoken words that are directly disobedient to God's will and laws. It pains me knowing that politicians have the ear of the people when the Word of God has spoken in the flesh, Jesus Christ having lived amongst us for 33 years, healing lepers, giving sight to the blind, hearing to the deaf, and raising the dead to life; demonstrating that the grave does not have to hold us captive there, when the Author of life is continually in command and control. 

The devil made people sick and promised a sickly noxious cure for something that never existed, except in the imaginations of wicked men and woman that love death. Covid is a curse, a scourge, not an airborne contagion. It is a lie repeated often enough, as the saying goes, that it becomes the truth. A lie is a lie is a lie though, dear one. 

Now, dear reader, I will say the hardest thing that you might hear today, regarding your participation in the fraud I write about, and I hope this penetrates your mind and rattles your thoughts: You collude with killers when you align with any of those that have planned, helped, and promoted covid in any way, shape, or form, including appearing on camera with a mask covering their mouths and noses. They are the enemy of souls, and deserve no sway, no opportunity to continue to deceive.

Dear reader, please consider the suffering of the injected. Please think on their behalf, and become an advocate for those that are now vulnerable, lonely, grievous, and fearful of what the future holds. When you support a covid criminal, you add insult to injury, salt to the wound, kick people when they are down, because you become a perpetrator of wickedness; a part of team Satan. 

We have an advocate in heaven, and his name is Jesus Christ the righteous. If you have been a supporter of covid criminals inadvertently, and now recognize your sin, you can repent:

1 John 1:8-10

If we say that we have no sin, we deceive ourselves, and the truth is not in us. 

If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins, and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.

If we say that we have not sinned, we make him a liar, and his word is not in us. 

1 John 2:1-2

My little children, these things write I unto you, that ye sin not. And if any man sin, we have an advocate with the Father, Jesus Christ the righteous:

And he is the propitiation for our sins: and not for ours only, but also for the sins of the whole world 

The whole world was assaulted, sucker punched, blind-sided. Now we see Satanism prevailing and Christian persecution common practice, a sure sign of the end of times. We must be duly diligent, hyper vigilant about our alignment, this side of glory.

Dear reader, do you have some course correcting to do, to recalibrate to Christ? If this letter to you means nothing, moves you not, then please, go to The Bible, and ask God to open the eyes of your heart, and to break it for what breaks his.

Ephesians 1:17-18

That the God of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of glory, may give unto you the spirit of wisdom and revelation in the knowledge of him: The eyes of your understanding being enlightened; that ye may know what is the hope of his calling, and what the riches of the glory of his inheritance in the saints.

I leave you with this, from Matthew Henry, page 561 of his Commentary On The Whole Bible, I pray it is a source of encouragement for you:

He (God) has power to destroy; but his pleasure is to show mercy.