But after the truth, my questions revert inward and never falter in their undying strength to knock me back.
After the truth was revealed to me, I asked many questions. The funny thing is, when you're knocked to the ground things look different from that perspective. They take on new shapes.
Some Questions
Am I worthy of Gods love?
What does God think of me?
Why do I exist?
Does God ever feel like I pester him, bother him or annoy him when I lament?
Of course, some of these questions stem from reflection, some of them stem from hurt. Some of them stem from the sheer fact that sometimes I want to know if I'm looked down on in the eyes of my creator.
Sometimes it feels that way. Sometimes it doesn't at all.
Questions are good.
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