In the midst of a very interesting topic on Andrews blog, I have been reading in my devotions Psalm 77.
1 I cry out to God without holding back. Oh, that God would listen to me!
2 When I was in deep trouble, I searched for the Lord. All night long I pray, with hands lifted toward heaven, pleading. There can be no joy for me until he acts.
3 I think of God, and I moan, overwhelmed with longing for his help
Life sucks sometimes, and we get mad and angry at God. I love how the NLT puts this.
Without holding back I tell God exactly how I am feeling. As a father, even when my son is mad, I love to hear what he is thinking and feeling. I know he feels a lot better about telling me. The anger somehow is validated, and yet also some of the sting is released.
If ever I am frustrated, angry, upset, depressed about something, I plan to tell God all about it. And you know what? I reckon He can take it. Sometimes he must think I am acting like a young boy again, but I reckon that level of honesty is what He craves in His relationship with me.
60 – Just a Number?
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So… 40, 50 and now 60 years old… Can you tell?.. I’ve noticed that we have
all these things we say as we get older that imply age is an inevitable
barrier ...
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