I am sitting here wondering. Storms, storms, and more storms of life. There is not one part of my body that does not ache or hurt. I commiserate with Job. I love God with all I am and all I ever will be, but I ask why is this my lot? Then I remember. I chose it. The prayer of my life has been for God to use me.
When God uses you mightily, you become the devil's worse enemy. I praise and worship in the midst of it all. I will never stop. No matter what. I have a friend who's sister is trying to save children in Ethiopia. I can't imagine the pain she has every day watching all the dying children.
This is the world we live in. It has never really changed, nor will it until Jesus comes. Until then all we can do is enjoy those special moments we get, and wait until He comes to get us, or we go to Him.
