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I get advice, I hear “don’t over think, don’t read between the lines”, etc.
But it’s hard being me. Sometimes, being me, feeling what I feel, thinking what I think…means that the answers are between the lines; they are found somewhere in cryptic words and stories. Then, some answers are found in what is not written, or that which I am not told. Maybe I will never find the answers I think I must. Sometimes I pray for answers. Sometimes I ask my late father. I find it interesting when I get an answer. It may be my own mind telling me what I already know,…that I simply imagine what my father would say, or not. We don’t really know.
I feel a little quick to say that God won’t give me the answers. I don’t usually think this way. (Hmm…what’s up with me?)
I notice that for many, a close relationship with God seems to hold all and any answers…but the truth is, once in awhile I’m not so sure about God.
I don’t know that there is a God in which I have all that much faith.
I did not always feel this way. But as I grow and experience more and more, I wonder how any God could allow humans to do as they do. I wonder how God allows a small child to suffer; a child can be brutally raped, burned, beaten, etc., and, I want to know where God Almighty was while this went on.
In my mind, things have to make some sense. So, why did God not draw the line before that child was hurt? I can’t help but wonder.
Terrible events take place all the time and I have to wonder if there is a creator, all powerful watching over all of us,…..I mean,…where is this God when any one of these many people are suffering, particularly children. Where is He, if he is watching?
I’m a good person; for me God represents all things good and kind. But others have very different ideas of who God is. Are God and the Devil one in the same for some?
You know,. The God who tells people to do evil things; Things that will hurt and destroy. He who said, “I killed her because God told me to. “ Excuse me?
And that’s exactly the word that comes to mind. *Excuse. There are those who do use God/God’s Word as an excuse for their behaviors. (No, I am not pointing any fingers.)
Sometimes, I do believe in one God, and I believe he hears me, and when I need Him, is with me. Other times, I’m just not sure. I’ve looked at what makes sense to me. Karma makes sense to me…but who knows. Living your life in such an evil manner that you are reincarnated another life;
A life in which you’ have done onto you, what you had done to others’, in your past life. This makes some sense, but not enough.
I have a hard time understanding sometimes…yet other times it all fits together fine.
It’s all very personal for me, which is why I don’t discuss God much.
People do judge one another based on what they believe, in terms of religion. I don’t think that’s fair and I don’t do it. …eh, I could go on and on with this subject as we know,…But I’m tired and I have a headache. Think I’ll stop thinking so much and go take a nap. Besides,, this all sounds like I’m terribly unsettled and unhappy, and I’m really not. I’m just thoughtful, and tired of having an LJ I rarely use. I think I’m all right.
It’s Friday, which means pizza day is tomorrow. Uggg….no more pizza.
But it’s hard being me. Sometimes, being me, feeling what I feel, thinking what I think…means that the answers are between the lines; they are found somewhere in cryptic words and stories. Then, some answers are found in what is not written, or that which I am not told. Maybe I will never find the answers I think I must. Sometimes I pray for answers. Sometimes I ask my late father. I find it interesting when I get an answer. It may be my own mind telling me what I already know,…that I simply imagine what my father would say, or not. We don’t really know.
I feel a little quick to say that God won’t give me the answers. I don’t usually think this way. (Hmm…what’s up with me?)
I notice that for many, a close relationship with God seems to hold all and any answers…but the truth is, once in awhile I’m not so sure about God.
I don’t know that there is a God in which I have all that much faith.
I did not always feel this way. But as I grow and experience more and more, I wonder how any God could allow humans to do as they do. I wonder how God allows a small child to suffer; a child can be brutally raped, burned, beaten, etc., and, I want to know where God Almighty was while this went on.
In my mind, things have to make some sense. So, why did God not draw the line before that child was hurt? I can’t help but wonder.
Terrible events take place all the time and I have to wonder if there is a creator, all powerful watching over all of us,…..I mean,…where is this God when any one of these many people are suffering, particularly children. Where is He, if he is watching?
I’m a good person; for me God represents all things good and kind. But others have very different ideas of who God is. Are God and the Devil one in the same for some?
You know,. The God who tells people to do evil things; Things that will hurt and destroy. He who said, “I killed her because God told me to. “ Excuse me?
And that’s exactly the word that comes to mind. *Excuse. There are those who do use God/God’s Word as an excuse for their behaviors. (No, I am not pointing any fingers.)
Sometimes, I do believe in one God, and I believe he hears me, and when I need Him, is with me. Other times, I’m just not sure. I’ve looked at what makes sense to me. Karma makes sense to me…but who knows. Living your life in such an evil manner that you are reincarnated another life;
A life in which you’ have done onto you, what you had done to others’, in your past life. This makes some sense, but not enough.
I have a hard time understanding sometimes…yet other times it all fits together fine.
It’s all very personal for me, which is why I don’t discuss God much.
People do judge one another based on what they believe, in terms of religion. I don’t think that’s fair and I don’t do it. …eh, I could go on and on with this subject as we know,…But I’m tired and I have a headache. Think I’ll stop thinking so much and go take a nap. Besides,, this all sounds like I’m terribly unsettled and unhappy, and I’m really not. I’m just thoughtful, and tired of having an LJ I rarely use. I think I’m all right.
It’s Friday, which means pizza day is tomorrow. Uggg….no more pizza.