Who was cursed by God? Who ends up in the fraction of rich? Who decides what laws create order? And how does God see suffering? Why in a world of good people, from one man chaos erupts? Why didn't God save the six million Jews seventy years ago? Why didn't God save the ten year old boy from cancer last week? Why did God let me stub my toe on the step this morning? I mean, how extreme does it have to be for God to step in? Where's the line? What kind of world would be live in if every time something was about to happen God stepped in? Is there a God with enough sovereignty to step in and use all that so-called "love" for his creation? It's beyond our control. It's unexpected. It's painful. But it's also not necessarily Satan's tool. I pray for your bleeding ears to hear these words of hope. That true wisdom that shows through how we live. Why do I believe in Jesus? Because I choose to believe what the Bible says is true. If it is true, I have everything to gain and if it isn't I have nothing to lose. If I can't trust the one perfect, sinless man to walk the earth then there is no meaning to life after all. But Jesus is my confidence. The kingdom of heaven my future. For all you atheists out there asking these questions; why do bad things happen to good people? How could a loving God allow evil to ravage the world? Well I'll tell you...I don't know. But I keep the faith in perseverance because to dare is to lose one's footing momentarily. Not to dare is to lose oneself.
“To each there comes in their lifetime a special moment when they are figuratively tapped on the shoulder and offered the chance to do a very special thing, unique to them and fitted to their talents. What a tragedy if the moment finds them unprepared or unqualified for that which could have been their finest hour.” And that’s all the motivation I needed to tell myself I wouldn’t be caught unprepared any more and if I would fail again I would fail better. This post is short and sweet but celebrates some physical and mental milestones. It marks over 6 months of consistent, specific conditioning and the disciplined late nights and early mornings it took to get here. It celebrates 2 years of sobriety and the seemingly impossible work of overcoming darkness when you least expect it. It’s a reminder to me of why I changed so much in so little time and what I wouldn’t have been able to accomplish if I still relied on alcohol to get me through my days. And it’s okay to live a life others do...
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