But I do.
I doubted the year my brother died from a faulty beat of his heart, and after the accident when we realized my injuries would never heal, and when the surgeon gently said, “Its cancer.”
I doubted the year my son got sick and just didn’t get well.
And I believe, and I doubt, and I struggle to trust and let go of control.I’ve learned that trust is rooted in love. God’s love – everlasting love, love without fail in every circumstance of every moment of every day of our lives on this earth. Love without question or hesitation or reservation or limits.
For God doesn’t care where we are or how we’re dressed or who we’re with or what we’ve done. He simply opens His heart and says,“Come. Just as you are. No matter what….
( this above post courtesy : ttp://breathedeeply.org/2013/04/29/how-could-i-ever-doubt/
Thank you ” Breathe Deeply” for depths here. I have always loved the way your words are honest and true. One inhales the field you walk in, sees your sunset and sun rise. We all share moments of doubt and waiting room – dilemma. Visits to places we would rather not visit. Diagnosis we would rather not hear.
Last night I was reading Merlin Carothers’ ” Prison to Praise “. Had read this one, years before, and could not believe or apply anything this man was saying. However. Try gratitude for the trouble we face. That’s a tough call, taking one right thru’ war zone in warrior gear …..
… is probably when we breathe deep, and brace right through the negatives. Be it a friend suddenly turned nasty, an ill-health, a turning season of the soul ; when we breathe deeply, we are revving, to walk right past this thing that can slap us down. It is walking on water, it is trapeezing the sky. Oh wow, trapeezing the sky…
thank you Cindee , making me write that, and post this.
- How Could I Ever Doubt? (breathedeeply.org)