Today is another resting day. I was released yesterday to drive and exercise. I felt like singing - Free at Last. I sometimes sound so pitiful to myself. It's impossible to deny I'm blessed. I have far more "things," friends and family than most people, yet sometimes I get in a "funk" and can't see a way out of issues.
I'm reminded of Job and what he had to endure. I'm nowhere near that place, yet occasionally I feel God has hit his "MUTE" button and is ignoring me entirely. In a verbal whisper in my ear in Jerusalem, He promised to take care of me. Sometimes His idea of care isn't mine. And yet, I hear Garth Brooks' song, "Sometimes I Thank God for Unanswered Prayers."
Is God saying to satan what He said about Job - "Have you considered my servant Sheila?" Can He actually say that about me? I'm not sure.
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