loss

why is it that whenever something bad happens, and we need God the most...that is when we run? I am just speaking from personal experience. That is what I always do. whenever something horrible happens in my life and I am strickin with sorrow and grief, I don't want to go to God. I think, what could he possibly do? I think, why is God conerened with my petty little human problems...or sometimes I guess I even partially blame him and I'm angry that this happened and I don't trust him enough to go to him. Maybe I just am afraid he will hurt me more. or maybe Im not trusting in his power to comfort me, to console me? Or me, the way that I am I always try and get through something on my own. I dont want people to feel sorry for me, or pitty me. I dont want to come across as weak and unable to handel difficult situations. I am far to prideful sometimes. and I dont know why considering Im inept at half the things I do. but these are the times when we should call on the Lord, trusting that he will listen. This is a time to recognize that our human sufferrings matter to God and he is not laughing at our expense. This is atime to call on friends family loved ones and ask for their help. and ask for their prayers. Seek guidance and cousiling and to be in fellowship. when one experiences a loss and is feeling like they are alone...it is the time to not be alone. Or you will become lonely in your solitude and reflections and begin to wallow in your pain. And then self pitty and regret and fear consume you like a murky thick goop of slime covering a long forgotten lagoon. If we dont call on each other and seek one another counsil espcially the cousil of the Lord, where will we end up? if we cant even trust in a God whose love is perfect and who loves us with an unconditional perfect and abundant love, then who can we trust?
I just needed to remind myself of this...so I guess I needed to knock some sense into me.

Please pray for Leeland (my brother) and Enrique as they are both suffering and grieving the loss of a close and dear friend. Please pray for them, reach out and make sure they are not suffering alone. please pray for the family of the lost boy and that they would be consoled in this difficult time.

please pray

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  1. AnonymousSeptember 14, 2010 at 11:05 AM

    I think one of the most basic answers to this, that maybe people don't consider is the fact that God usually isn't the most obvious choice just because He isn't physically here the way others are. We can't call Him on the phone or go hang out with Him. He doesn't answer the way people do, and we are socialized to talk to people, you know? As humans, we naturally are selfish and want immediate gratification, and you can get that from a hug from a friend, a vocal, audible voice on the telephone. The problem with THAT is that all of us are humans! God is the one in charge; He's the one to be voicing your complaints with! ;)

    God suffered a huge loss too: His son! He had to watch Him die, all the while people were laughing at Him and jeering and name-calling. He knows loss just as much as we do, and He can relate perfectly, because He is perfect.

    I'm so sorry that you all are going through this; I know you probably wish you could physically be there for Leeland. God's got it under control, and you can send your prayers in your stead. And you know I'm here for you too, always. But we should both turn to God more often. We can do that together, too.

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