Saturday, November 18, 2017
I see. Whose plans?
Well. . . I expected the surgery to fix my problem. That was the plan I had in mind.
They told you that might not happen.
They did. I thought you'd be involved in this, too.
I was there.
I know. I was never afraid at all and I expected to be a little nervous. I wasn't. I was talking about afterward.
Ya think? I still have an arm that is dipped in boiling water most of the day. When it isn't, it is simmering. So, disappointed is an understatement.
I watched a video of a girl being healed yesterday. It was amazing. Awe inspiring, even.
I don't think I know what faith is and that's distressing Is it belief you will or belief you can? Because I know nothing is impossible for you. I also know you don't do everything you're asked. So believing you will doesn't make it so. Believing you can if you choose... well that's different. I think it is your choice. If you don't want to do something, no matter how much I believe you will won't change that.
How does that make you feel?
Sad. Disappointed. Frustrated. Confused. Because I don't understand which it is and it makes it impossible to know what to do.
I'm being truthful, here.
I hate when they quote that scripture about faith being the substance of things hoped for and the evidence of things not seen. I have no idea what that means. I've researched it and I don't think anyone else does either.
That could be true.
This isn't helping me.
Oh, I think it probably is. You usually come up with something.
Not today. Today is dark, wet, cold. Without faith it is impossible to please God.
You've had answers to prayers. You believe.
Just not always the answers to the prayers that mean the most to you.
Things that involve me. I prayed for Sarah a few days ago for some severe jaw pain she was having and she came running down the hall five minutes later, wrapped in a towel saying, "My jaw doesn't hurt anymore!" That meant something to me. I've prayed for myself.... Repeatedly. Without the same results and I'm kind of tired.
Everyone has that feeling at one time or another. When the journey gets rough, find a place to rest.
Rest! That's a whole 'nother blog post.
You trusted me in the surgery, when they took knives to your spine. Why is it you don't trust me in this moment.
I don't know. I don't think it is a trust issue.
Then what is it?