The more I acted as though I had everything including God under control the more I struggled to make sense of the evitable and inevitable. And you know, God let me!
What a sense of humour God has.
Meanwhile…
Tangible evidence made no sense at all and intangible evidence just smiled along mockingly. Night or day made no difference; hope and despair meant the same thing; still I held on to this heart of mine while losing the firm grip of my mind.
Talk about holy tension…
I could hear God laughing his head off from his throne high above the heavens. I began to laugh too as I handed my 'something for God to do' box back to God.
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