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Yes, my relationship with Jesus....
I was posting in another post and the answer was given me...The anger and bitterness is stemming from the fact that I cannot deny Jesus...I don't have that escape...I am on the ride and cannot jump off...The comfort zone is not alloted to me...
OKAY but now don't get me wrong...I know what I just said sounds like, "Okay girl! Why would you want to escape Jesus...???? It's not that at all...The control factor has just been removed....Unknown territory up ahead...
Okay, I am making no sense I think...I know what I am saying...LOL! Do you see what I am saying...
Fervent and Pam, your words here hold more truth and honesty than I could ever expect. I honor those words and feelings that you have. They resonate and comfort me as they witness to the same grief I live in my heart.
Oh boy! Escape! Wow. What a tough one. I thought of that too, Pam. But if I was shown another way if I were suddenly given free will I'd give it right back to Christ. I can't imagine that my choices would be better than what God could choose for me. I can't imagine to ever be better than God in anyway. In fact I depend on God being better than me, I depend on Christ being infallible because it wouldn't do me any good if Christ was fallible. It's like a wife who needs a strong husband, I guess.
I don't want you to go through that physical pain again, Pamela. I protest to the Lord that you are faced with the same thing you had gone through. God, there must be another way, but don't put her through that again! I'll stomp, yell, and plead, argue, reason, pray, and love you about the matter but don't put her through it again. God almighty and merciful, righteous and just, who has made all things, why? This is just a little thing? You made planets and stars, brought your word and made it flesh. Fed thousands with seven loaves of bread, brought a whole nation out of captivity. Must all your miracles be big and showy? Be a father, dear God and wipe a tear from a little boy's cheek, mend a little girl's heart, heal Pamela's back...it really is a small thing for you to do!
Isn't a child's smile worth more than his or her anguished frown? Joyous laughter is worth so much more than empty praise! Send a rain to a parched desert!
And give Fervent what he want's dear Christ. I believe it shall serve your purpose as all things do and I believe it is also what I want. And let him not wait any longer because man is certainly mortal and he withers away in the same day like flowers in a field. Sure your timing is what matters and it serves your purpose, but if I recall dear Lord a day to you is a thousand years to us, so don't ponder too long, for our sakes dear Christ! Time is short dear, Lord. Make the best of it for all who love you, for we are all in your care, beloved God!