Are We Smart, by jeanimoo Subscribe to rss feed for jeanimoo

****NOTE**** THIS IS A WORKING PROCESS:

Getting to know God. We make it harder than what it is. We
for some strange reason think that we have to clean our life
up before we can even talk to him and then we seem to think
that we simply are not good enough and of course we have
been so bad that he would never want anything to do with us.
Aren't we smart!

He spoke into being all the things that we see and in his
owe image while he made you and he made me but, yet we think
we have all the answers and can certainly do it on our own.

For God so loved the world that he sent his only son that
whosoever believed in him should have eternal life, while he
also left his word that has held up all through the years
when nothing else would but, we think we know it all and we
can not be wrong.

But wait we think inspite of our self is God really there
and could he really care about us and does he really care
how we feel. Then the next thought is well if he cared so
much then why this and why that... Yet we never give him the
time of day. Aren't we smart.
Posted: 2005-10-02 04:06:05 UTC

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