|
David was angry with God...here's the proof, its IN the Bible.
Psalm 13:1-6 (The Message)
Psalm 13
A David Psalm
1-2 Long enough, God— you've ignored me long enough.
I've looked at the back of your head
long enough. Long enough
I've carried this ton of trouble,
lived with a stomach full of pain.
Long enough my arrogant enemies
have looked down their noses at me.
3-4 Take a good look at me, God, my God;
I want to look life in the eye,
So no enemy can get the best of me
or laugh when I fall on my face.
God understands we're human...of course we're going to be angry... but does that make Him love us any less? NO! That's like asking a father if he loved his child any less if his child were to say "I'm mad at you dad" Would the father love his child any less? absolutely not. He'd realize that the child needs to express his feelings... and eventually, the child will get over the anger, and go right back to being a Daddy's boy... God realizes this too... He's always waiting with open arms for us to come running back to Him. He doesn't love us any less because we get angry... our anger doesn't make us a "back slider" or "unsaved" I dont believe for a minute you can be "unsaved" Once in grace, always in grace. I hate to get preachy... i really do... but this is exactly how i feel... and that prayer David said in the book of Psalms really hit home with me while i was researching anger towards God. Does it mean i don't love God anymore? No... I just want to be mad for a while.
Also, while I was doing my research, i stumbled across this poem... it brought tears to my eyes... so, get your kleenex ready...
I thought of you and closed my eyes,
And prayed to God today.
I asked what makes a Mother,
And I know I heard him say:
A mother has a baby,
This we know is true.
But, God, can you be a mother,
When your baby's not with you?
Yes, you can he replied,
With confidence in his voice.
I give many women babies,
When they leave is not their choice.
Some I send for a lifetime,
And others for a day.
And some I send to feel your womb,
But there's no need to stay.
I just don't understand this God,
I want my baby here.
He took a breath and cleared his throat,
And then I saw a tear.
I wish that I could show you,
What your child is doing today,
If you could see your child smile,
With other children who say:
We go to earth and learn our lessons,
Of love and life and fear.
My mommy loved me oh so much,
I got to come straight here.
I feel so lucky to have a mom,
Who had so much love for me.
I learned my lessons very quickly,
My mommy set me free.
I miss my mommy oh so much,
But I visit her each day.
When she goes to sleep,
On her pillow's where I lay.
I stroke her hair and kiss her cheek,
And whisper in her ear.
"Mommy don't be sad today, I'm your baby and I'm here."
So you see my dear sweet one,
Your children are okay,
Your babies are here in My home,
They'll be at heavens gate for you.
So now you see what makes a mother.
It's the feeling in your heart.
It's the love you had so much of,
Right from the very start.
Though some on earth may not realize you are a mother,
until their time is done.
They'll be up here with Me one day,
And you'll know that you're the best one!
~Author Unknown
It's a comfort to me to know that my Granny-Jo is probably sitting on her porch swing, on the big ol' porch of her mansion in Heaven... rocking my baby, and singing my baby all the lullabies she sang to me when i was a baby... I can just picture it.... her singing "Kentucky Babe'" (otherwise known to us who ever heard her sing it as "Skeeters Am A'hummin') to my baby... and, maybe, reciting some of the poems from the Childcraft books she memorized... like "Grandpa Dropped His Glasses" and "The Raggedy Man" and "The Organ Grinder's Garden" those were my favorites... it gives me a peace in my heart to know that my baby has not only God looking out for them... but also those that went on before us.... Maybe my Papaw Brown is telling my child stories about the Indian Cave... or maybe Grandpa Joseph is just being the amazing man that he was on earth... and looking out for my child... maybe my cousin Jason is teaching my child the ropes... maybe Grandma Brown is telling my baby stories about the old house on Woodville... and I'm sure Mawmaw Joseph has had her turn... i dunno though.. Granny-Jo was an infamous baby hog.
__________________
Nikki Yates Independent Scentsy Consultant
|