God’s Hands

Ecclesiastes 9:1-3 The Message (MSG)

9 1-3 Well, I took all this in and thought it through, inside and out. Here’s what I understood: The good, the wise, and all that they do are in God’s hands—but, day by day, whether it’s love or hate they’re dealing with, they don’t know.

Anything’s possible. It’s one fate for everybody—righteous and wicked, good people, bad people, the nice and the nasty, worshipers and non-worshipers, committed and uncommitted. I find this outrageous—the worst thing about living on this earth—that everyone’s lumped together in one fate. Is it any wonder that so many people are obsessed with evil? Is it any wonder that people go crazy right and left? Life leads to death. That’s it.

My counselor challenged me the other day. When I was in rehab I had to write my life story. It was about who did what to me and why I ended up there, I feel sure, maybe, sort of, kind of. But her challenge was to go back through my story and find God in all those times. I, at first thought, that I didn’t  know if I wanted to let go of the victim mentality. Ok let that roll around in our mouth a second. What does that mean? Letting go of the Poor pitiful me. “She’s so amazing after what she’s been through”, just a lot of sick thinking. But then felt a tug at my heart. I remember times when I knew God was there. This would be an amazing exercise because truly it is what it is.

One story in particular I was 5 years old. I have to leave out the graphic part for protection of someone in my family however something very bad (understatement) happened. Child abuse is a mild way of putting it. Anyway….

During the event, I left my body. I don’t remember all of the event and it didn’t hurt. So while it was happening, I felt like I was floating. And I felt like arms were carrying me. I felt loved. I felt warm and embraced. Unfortunately, I had to go back. But I have always remembered that.  I know that was God.

I used to never tell that story in fear they (the white jackets) would lock me up. Well that has already happened so knock yourself out. Sorry little humor.

I know of some other times and don’t know of some but will find out where God intervened so I’m so excited to be journaling now. As my friend said, being a victim is not becoming, actually its ugly. It drains us and other person.

That’s all.

Living the Supernatural

Connie

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