MercyfulGrace Diaries with Revelations – ‘Gods Love & Promises’

I don’t crave fame. It’s a perk that comes with the popularity of ones work or art.

I’d be honest – I am finding – the dawn of fame – haunting, terrifying and a little arduous to copiously adjust to.  It makes me schizo sometimes – when I get my privacy invaded. Have to constantly – remind myself, its okay, now you asked for it – and your life, will change, is changing, get used to it, deal with it, get on with it and be nice at it.

Then – suddenly, it makes sense – in parts. Still – I find, folks who crave adulation – somewhat, boncus to be empty enough to need this fulfilment to curve their gapping, yern. I don’t crave fame. It’s a perk that comes with the popularity of  ones work, or art. I crave getting better at my craft than being famed for obsessive fame.

If anything, I want my work to be ‘famous and successful’, making people wholesome, fulfilled, enriched mentally, spiritually and soulfully.

Use me, ‘Oh Lord’, to the best of my untapped abilities. Even in the presence of my worst, unborn, adversaries. Submit my will to your perfect will. For heaven is a place I desire, above earth, than, all this. This is nothing. I need more of you, and less of this (stuff).

I remember, our bond. Mercyfulgrace Oh Great God of Love*. Many are called, but few are chosen. MercyfulGrace, It won’t pass me by. Thy will be done. Amen. — feeling spiritual.