There’s no way the ones who did me wrong are thriving. No feezing way. What I’m seeing can’t really be. God wouldn’t do that to me would He? While I’m sitting here with debt up to my eyeballs, there’s no way these wrong doers are progressing in every way.
Aren’t I chosen to be in God’s army? I swear I’m one of His soldiers. So why do I get a front row seat to the show that ends with me on the bottom and them on top. This movie sucks. The popcorn is stale. I want a refund. No joke.
Isn’t God supposed to look after his righteous ones? Doesn’t He see that I fear Him? Isn’t this what He wants from me? He wants all of me doesn’t He? Aren’t I giving him my all? I don’t get it. I drew closer to Jesus. I became so intimately close to Him that I can feel Him with my every breath and soul. The air is so thick with Him that sometimes I can smell Him. I call on Him for everything. I am His.
So what’s His deal? How can He let them carry on and progress in every way? Financially. Socially. Relationship wise. In feezing life for crying out loud! Why do I have to sit here and be witness to this? There’s something wrong with this plot line. This movie needs a serious rewrite. No joke.
Wait. Woosa. Let me take a seat several rows back and adjust the lighting to get a better view. Now let me take a deep breath and exhale. Now I’m going to count to ten and regroup. I’m going to close my eyes then slowly reopen them and look at this movie from another point of view . . . with 3D glasses on to REALLY get a good look.
Ha! Well well well. Looky what I see through new lenses. I see me climbing and elevating and surpassing even my own wildest expectations. I see the joy, money, years, and energy that was stolen given back to me 100 times over. I see me living and loving just the way Jesus wants me to. I see me being given another chance at love and life. I see me drawing even closer to God, the real prize. I see Jesus taking care of the situation. I see them watching me rise and thrive. Dag this movie is good! Sweet.
