Dave's red Lake Tahoe travel mug.
Mar. 25th, 2009 06:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bouldersandbrewsMckMama is making me think. I've been thinking about her and her baby all day.
I couldn't do it.
Be as strong as she's being. I know my limitations, I know my faults and weaknesses and strengths, and I know perfectly well that I just could not do what she's doing.
Her faith astounds me. That someone could believe in God that much...
Don't get me wrong. I believe in God, I always have. Ask my kindergarten teacher. I have different ideas about God and religion than most people, and my relationship with my father has influenced my perception of Him, but I certainly believe in Him.
But to keep such strong faith in Him throughout a huge trial such as this... it boggles my mind.
God is merciful. God is merciful in ways we often can't comprehend.
It's like those math word puzzles we got in fifth grade. "Jimmy and Susie go to the candy store with a dollar apiece. Licorice sticks are fifteen cents, gummy bears are ten cents, lollipops are twenty five cents, and chocolate bars are thirty five cents. How much change would Jimmy get back if he bought ten jawbreakers?" And one of the choices would be "Not enough information". (Those were always my favorite word problems, by the way.)
I don't have all the information to understand why God does and/or allows different things in my life.
I'm thinking about the Raisin. I don't know why I miscarried. I don't understand why it happened, what benefit it serves (because God works all things together for good)... all I know is that it happened.
I know that God isn't cruel. I know that He knows what He's doing, even if I don't.
I don't know exactly what I'm trying to say, using a million words to say what ten might say, if I only knew them. This of course causes me to fumble through every word in the English language and make sense of none of them, when what I really should do is go find something to eat after deleting this entire entry.
But I won't.
Well, I might go get something to eat.
I couldn't do it.
Be as strong as she's being. I know my limitations, I know my faults and weaknesses and strengths, and I know perfectly well that I just could not do what she's doing.
Her faith astounds me. That someone could believe in God that much...
Don't get me wrong. I believe in God, I always have. Ask my kindergarten teacher. I have different ideas about God and religion than most people, and my relationship with my father has influenced my perception of Him, but I certainly believe in Him.
But to keep such strong faith in Him throughout a huge trial such as this... it boggles my mind.
God is merciful. God is merciful in ways we often can't comprehend.
It's like those math word puzzles we got in fifth grade. "Jimmy and Susie go to the candy store with a dollar apiece. Licorice sticks are fifteen cents, gummy bears are ten cents, lollipops are twenty five cents, and chocolate bars are thirty five cents. How much change would Jimmy get back if he bought ten jawbreakers?" And one of the choices would be "Not enough information". (Those were always my favorite word problems, by the way.)
I don't have all the information to understand why God does and/or allows different things in my life.
I'm thinking about the Raisin. I don't know why I miscarried. I don't understand why it happened, what benefit it serves (because God works all things together for good)... all I know is that it happened.
I know that God isn't cruel. I know that He knows what He's doing, even if I don't.
I don't know exactly what I'm trying to say, using a million words to say what ten might say, if I only knew them. This of course causes me to fumble through every word in the English language and make sense of none of them, when what I really should do is go find something to eat after deleting this entire entry.
But I won't.
Well, I might go get something to eat.
