I spend more time trying to convince myself there is no God than trying to believe. I’d rather have all the answers myself, thank you very much, and when I offer up my answers I’m not convinced he gets it. Why doesn’t he get it?
Oh…if he would only be more like me…clumsy and confused and ADHD. That would fix everything.
“For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways,” declares the Lord. (Isaiah 55:8)
Thank God.
