Perspective - how we see.
I won’t shield God from my anguish by claiming He’s not involved in the ache of this world and Satan prowls but he’s a lion on a leash and the God who governs all can be shouted at when I bruise, and I can cry and I can howl and He embraces the David-hearts who pound hard on His heart with their grief and I can moan deep that He did this - and He did.
I feel Him hold me - a flailing child tired in Father’s arms.
And I can hear Him sooth soft, “Are your ways My ways, child? Can you eat My manna, sustain on My mystery? Can you believe that I tenderly, tirelessly work all for the best good of the whold world - because My flame of love for you can never, ever be quenched?”
One Thousand Gifts - Ann Voskamp
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