My dad is wealthier than the wealthiest person on earth – but I’ve been lacking because I don’t ask and even when I do, I don’t really think he’ll respond so I try to sort things out myself. I usually end up getting much less than he’ll have given. Every time I’ve waited in the past he’s never disappointed me, so why am I so impatient and why do I doubt him.
I feel like I’m waking into a battle every morning. From the early seconds of consciousness, I’m whipping out the sword and fighting contenders, defending against thieves and challenging those that stand far off plotting and strategizing. It’s hard, but there’s no better way to live than as a victorious warrior.
I look at my sister and see her heavy heart. She’s been wearing difficulties, depression and even diseases like designer outfits. They hang on her shoulder, around her neck and even sit on her feet, and her wrists like shackles. Each time I see her my heart gets heavy. I could talk till I’m blue In the face, but then I realize that the freedom she needs will only come when I show her I love her. As I wash her feet, I take the shackles off, when I buy her clothes, she has a reason to take the burdens off and when I take her out, she sees how life can be.
I know he loves me, he doesn’t need to tell me so because he shows it. In the past I’ve felt in debt to him because of the love and respect I have for him. But As i’ve grow in love with God I realize what he wants for me falls short of what God wants. How do I let the man who was there when I was born know that the one who made me is taking me somewhere he knows little about and probably thinks little of? One love supersedes the other.