Sunday 23 October 2022

Wishing Does Not Work.

2010 - Alta Sierra, California, USA.

In 2018, I fell into a pit, and stayed there wishing it never happened, and a host of other things. I emptied myself of responsibilities and expected others to come through for me. What a rude shock I got. All my fantasy beliefs evaporated fast. Unfortunately, fast took two (2) years in coming. I wished God would stoop down and pick me up, but He didn't. He told me what to do, and expected me to do it.

God did not move an inch for as long as I did not. I, like Mother Teresa, would want to say, “I know God will not give me anything I can't handle, I just wish that he didn't trust me so much.” But He did, and He tore my life apart. So much so, I could almost say, He is wicked, but I know better. He loves me. That is indisputable. Nothing in this life can ever make me believe otherwise. He is my reference point.

So, in 2020, I took the bull by the horn. “If the Mountain won’t go to Mohammed, then Mohammed must come to the Mountain.” If He ain't going to stoop down and bring me out, I got to come out myself. And, that is exactly what I did. I fought my way out of the pit, believing His word, “He will never leave me, nor forsake me.” This became my necessary food and strength. This was the rope with which I pulled myself out.

So, when I say wishing does not work, I know what I am talking about. "Been there, done that.

Hoping this helps someone out there.

The Saint.

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