Jul 2, 2009

my questions

It amazes me how I can go through life and think I’m much more mature than I thought I was. Something happens…something gets triggered…and I feel a surge of pain in my heart from wounds of old. “I’m not over that one?” I ask myself. I suppose I still have a lot to work on.

It amazes me how patient God is. He allows me to pout. He allows me to question. He allows me to bury my head in his broad chest and ask, “Daddy, can you hold me and tell me I’m okay and that I’m loved?”

It amazes me that after all these years I still don’t understand the depth of God’s love for me.

It amazes me that I still question and wonder if God loves me as much as He says He does.

It amazes me that God is okay with my questions.