I get mad at God over petty things, like catching a cold or waking up too late. I expect God to make everything in my life go smoothly, just because I say a prayer and have a little worship. Meanwhile, I'm sitting on acres of blessings.
A gift? Really? That? What was God thinking?
Summary: I used to perform artistic sign language at church a lot when I was younger. It was like praise dancing, only the movements that I and the rest of the group executed were (grammatically incorrect) American Sign Language that (should have) reflected the words of a gospel song. I remember how sometimes we would … Continue reading Blessings Are Not For The Faint Of Heart (Genesis 33)
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