I don’t know how God does it.
He hears takers pray to Him
with long-ass shopping lists
without beginning with a decent greeting,
let alone the whimpers, the whiners, or the whingers.
I don’t know how God does it.
He gave us life and means to stay alive.
He even gave us His beloved Son
to teach and model righteous living.
And yet we keep on seeing the lacks and seeking destruction.
I don’t know how God does it.
He gets so little acknowledgement and takes so much blame.
I feel so tired for God.
He says to me,
“Little one! You are created in the likeness of Me. So you relate to my tireness. But little do you know, if there is even one grateful soul out there desiring to know Me, I Am restored.”
Beautiful poem.
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So beautiful. Your words ring true. Lets send out thanks without expecting anything. 🙂
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I love, love this Cassa!! WE need more gratitude for everything in the world!
Blessings to you! ♥
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Thanks Ana! I certainly try to be on the grateful side instead of the whining side. 😉
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lol this made me laugh. He is eternally strong and his mercies are new every day, though.
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Correct. We often see God from human perspective.
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On the seventh day God rested from all his work…
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