Why is it, your heart is taped down inside your chest?
Why is it, your mind is glued to that book?
Why is it, your body is still sitting in that chair or your feet still glued to that floor?
Do. NOT. doubt. ME.
Why have you not moved?
Why are you still thinking?
Why are you still hurting?
And when will you come to Me?
You sit there unable to move,
but I AM standing in front of you breathing in your face.
You can feel Me can’t you?
How long will you ignore Me?
You have so many questions of Me.
But see all these?
I have questions of you.
Written August 10, 2011
‘Can you worship a God who isn’t obligated to explain His actions to you? Could it be your arrogance that makes you think God owes you an explanation?’ — Crazy Love by Francis Chan