Why me? Most high.

How many times do i question  God? Countless. The times i stay awake and in tears asking him WHY. Begging  him to give me a sign that everything  is going to be okey. Most times when my life dont make any sense and when things don’t  go my way, those times, i have doubts on what to believe in.

How many times do i sin against him and give promises that i dont keep? How many, do i go to my knees only when problem arise and forget to give thanks when things go right? Not forgetting  the many times  i slip away from the path of righteousness. Then this time comes  and  am bitter that things went wrong, and am asking God a million why’s, i even base my arguments on the fact that i pray alot at times and try to keep a perfect path though i slip away a million times.

Do i have a right to question God? Am i that sparkles? Ain’t  my sins blinding me and many like the hairs in my head? Do i really?

Instead  of questioning  God, am i not supposed  to just let his will be done? meanwhile;  Holy Bible (NIV)  1.3
Heb 12:2 Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy set before him endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God.

And may his will always be done.

One thought on “Why me? Most high.

  1. cicorm November 11, 2015 / 12:29 am

    If God gave us a brain, it is my belief he requires us to question and search, Mary. Through using our gift, we can be discerning and obtain relevant truth. It is my wish to think good of religion (there is much good done), but am also wary of the bad done (through not questioning critically) in the name of religion.

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