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Chords of Kindness


There are plenty of times when we realize that we have absolutely, positively no control over any of our circumstances in our lives.  This week, yesterday to be exact, was one of those moments.  Let’s just say I’ve been mad about things.  I’ve gone from sadness to anger towards God.  I know it’s not right.  I know I hate that I have hated Him for bringing me here.  I know there’s a reason for it all, but right now I’m angry because a lot of this seems pointless from my vantage point.  I was asking God a lot of “why” questions last night and I sat in silence in my car drive home from the bookfield.  
  
No one was answering their phones last night save for my dad.  After chatting with him, and trying to call a few others on my way home, I knew, I KNEW God was telling me to talk to Him.  I didn’t want to though.  I was mad.  I still am a bit, and I know I have no right to be.  If I know the story of Job, I’m on dangerous waters.  So, there I was cruising home and the opening line to the David Crowder song I’ve been playing over and over again took on a new meaning:

“I can’t comprehend your infinitely beautiful and perfect love.”  Click Here

I started to cry the last two tears left in my body.  He STILL loves me after my heart has rejected Him.  He has been so kind to me.  “Why, God?  How?”

 There is no difference between my rebellious heart and the most violent of men, save for the perfect blood of Jesus that brings me peace with God.  

“But the more I called Israel, the further they went from me. They sacrificed to the Baals and they burned incense to images.  It was I who taught Ephraim to walk, taking them by the arms; but they did not realize it was I who healed them.  I led them with cords of human kindness, with ties of love; I lifted the yoke from their neck and bent down to feed them.”—Hosea 11:2-4

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  1. Wow! This is so raw, and i love that! It is just a testiment of what He is doing in your life! What a praise!

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