Every day has
capacity to bring on a whole new world of peace and miracles...but often never seems to. Every day has
ability to be brand-new, totally forgiven from
day before and a wonderful new choice of walking forward where you never walked before...if only it would.
What is there to prevent you from deducing that
whole concept of spirituality is just a hoax to make you believe in false peace and false hope?
All things work together for good...and not just for those who love
Lord. God does not have favorites. All things work together for good.
problem you have allowed to arise." ALIGN=RIGHT HSPACE=10 VSPACE=10 GALLERYIMG="no" STYLE="border-style: inset; border-color: #E1E1E1; border-width: 3px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px;">God does not bring about those things we consider bad, but when we have opened ourselves for such things to occur, he is already there with a solution to heal
problem you have allowed to arise. God takes advantage of every situation we create, to provide a pathway back to healing and him.
A favorite modern parable I like is
one where a man is stranded on an island for a very long time. After doing all he could do to attract help, nothing worked. He prayed, he cried, he begged...and nothing seemed to make any difference.
One day while out looking for food, he saw smoke in
direction of a makeshift hut he had built. As he arrived back at his "home",
entire structure was ablaze, along with all
tools and devices he had made to help sustain himself. His heart just dropped. There was no crying, there was no sobbing...there was just nothing.
As he tried to sleep that night without his shelter, he could see no future and even contemplated ending
life that has brought such misery to him. His thoughts were awash with conflict..."What is
point? I tried so hard to be spiritual and peaceful...what is
point when
world just proves to you that you have been a fool and wasted your time. Not only have I wasted my time, but my belief that God would help me has allowed me ignore
world around me and now things are even worse than they would have been, had I not believed."
The morning came with a strange and almost feverish dream of clanging and distant echoes and a whir that repeated itself in an almost tormenting fashion. Quickly, his eyes open as it dawns on him that
noises are outside his dream. His first gaze lands upon his hut, still smoldering...but