You sure are disobedient!
"you sure are disobedient!"
Those were the words of one of the girls in that meeting. I wanted to guide them a bit with the marriage issue. I mentioned that God had asked me several years before to get married again. The girl was right. And she made me think.
obedience. So important, so good, so hard!!!
I fought with God sooooooooo much.
I even used some Bible verses. The one I liked most was the one in which Paul says it is better to stay single, so you won´t be distracted from ministry. =)
But "biblical" disobedience doesn´t really make a difference!! It takes you to death. I am sure if I had obeyed, way back there. God would have given me a man that would have loved my boys and would have helped me guide them. And now I would not have to carry the pain of having them so far from me.
But I didn´t obey.
I did not trust God on that one.
I had gotten married to a lovely young man that loved God and wanted to serve God. Later that man "died" and in his place stood a stranger, that full of pride forgot his wife and his God. OUCH.
Could I trust God? The pain had almost killed me, I do not want to go through something like that again. The struggle with deppresion... no thanks!
This was the way I had to learn that God respects our will. Hard lesson. God gave me a vision, that makes it clear.
It was a special, and lovely room. Full of light, peace, and warmth. We were sitting at the table, Jesus, my ex-husband and me. I was just plain happy, when suddenly I noticed my ex-husband had a "I am bored" kind of look. I felt uneasy. Jesus reached out, and gently put His hand on mine. Then my ex-husband stood up and headed toward the door. I looked bewildered not sure as what to do. Just feeling the Lord´s hand holding me thight. Then I ran to the window, called out his name. I saw when he took his white robe off and hid it under a bush, and just walk away. Tears filled my face. Jesus stood beside me, He pulled me away from the window. He held me in His arms and we both cried.
I walked in gloom for several years. I did not laugh, I did not sing, I did not paint...I went through the motions of routine. God was faithful and got me on my feet again. I now laugh once more.
Disobedient? Yes, I lacked faith.
We have come a long way.
Here I am trusting God for a good man...
perseverant God, faithful friend, patient friend.
Grant me the grace to obey.
Those were the words of one of the girls in that meeting. I wanted to guide them a bit with the marriage issue. I mentioned that God had asked me several years before to get married again. The girl was right. And she made me think.
obedience. So important, so good, so hard!!!
I fought with God sooooooooo much.
I even used some Bible verses. The one I liked most was the one in which Paul says it is better to stay single, so you won´t be distracted from ministry. =)
But "biblical" disobedience doesn´t really make a difference!! It takes you to death. I am sure if I had obeyed, way back there. God would have given me a man that would have loved my boys and would have helped me guide them. And now I would not have to carry the pain of having them so far from me.
But I didn´t obey.
I did not trust God on that one.
I had gotten married to a lovely young man that loved God and wanted to serve God. Later that man "died" and in his place stood a stranger, that full of pride forgot his wife and his God. OUCH.
Could I trust God? The pain had almost killed me, I do not want to go through something like that again. The struggle with deppresion... no thanks!
This was the way I had to learn that God respects our will. Hard lesson. God gave me a vision, that makes it clear.
It was a special, and lovely room. Full of light, peace, and warmth. We were sitting at the table, Jesus, my ex-husband and me. I was just plain happy, when suddenly I noticed my ex-husband had a "I am bored" kind of look. I felt uneasy. Jesus reached out, and gently put His hand on mine. Then my ex-husband stood up and headed toward the door. I looked bewildered not sure as what to do. Just feeling the Lord´s hand holding me thight. Then I ran to the window, called out his name. I saw when he took his white robe off and hid it under a bush, and just walk away. Tears filled my face. Jesus stood beside me, He pulled me away from the window. He held me in His arms and we both cried.
I walked in gloom for several years. I did not laugh, I did not sing, I did not paint...I went through the motions of routine. God was faithful and got me on my feet again. I now laugh once more.
Disobedient? Yes, I lacked faith.
We have come a long way.
Here I am trusting God for a good man...
perseverant God, faithful friend, patient friend.
Grant me the grace to obey.
posted by thisfool @ 10:24 AM
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