Tuesday Boredom

I woke up from a bad night, wanting to do something, but couldn't get the inspiration to write. I started to hear his voices again, like I have nothing better to do than listen to God's voice. Doesn't he ever stop? Well with me it seems he wants me to be aware and let people know he is there and if you want to have a closer look into your hear, soul, mind and body, he'll come to you too. Maybe I should get him to go to Suzie and she can deal with his voice and talking to her. But no it's me he talks to. Why me? Why not someone else?

Why me?
Well I believe he is talking tom be because he needs me to know of his thoughts and feeling about my life and the lives of others around me. Maybe if I had to think long and hard, I believe he is talking to me, to help me better understand the working of God and how he has always been with me throughout my life. I sure wish he go talk with my family, maybe get them to understand that I, yes I am free from them. Don't get me wrong, I love my family, but I also hate what they did to me. I know it had to happen, but part of me feels that maybe if I'd been adopted maybe I wouldn't be the strong person everyone believes I am today.

Why not someone else?
Well God made it so I was made into a strong arm of his mighty power. I believe he wanted me to experience things beyond my control, to make me a stronghold of his love, his unconditional love. Yes, I know. God does love his people, that includes you. We are loved unconditionally. Yeah, I know. I went through hell and back and know of others who have had the journey worse than me and not as bad as me too. I feel God is guiding me, showing me his mighty hand. wanting us all to know when we feel so alone, so lost, so afraid of what is coming and what has taken place. He is going to always be there, you are never alone. Yes, NEVER!

When you feel weak, alone, scared, afraid close your eyes, and ask God to come into your heart, body, soul and mind. To enter your body and help you deal with the issues you're faced with daily. Yesterday was a bad day for me. It was the day my grandmother died. I wish I could tell her, she is loved and I'd never forget her kindness and love.