Abba, I can’t fix this. Why do people — no. Wrong question. I am sorry this fallen humanity of which I am, is so evil. Thank You LORD that You have shown us so much grace and mercy. I ask for more; not because we deserve it but because we are lost without You. Forgive us for our unbelief, our willful blindness and our hell-bent propensity to separate ourselves from right and cling to evil. I am so sad that we live like we can keep You locked up in one little closet of our lives; say we are believers, say we are Christians and yet we refuse to allow Your Word to change us. We refuse to let You into all our living. We proclaim we know You and yet our wants have not changed since we said we met You. We are still the same people; still do what we have always done, still talk and walk like before. We are lying and have deceived ourselves, haven’t we? (Titus 3)
I am weary of the boxes we think we can put You in. I am weary of us assigning You to the four walls of a building with various labels denoting worship. I am weary of You and Your Word legislated out of our places of academia, halls of law, military, commerce – just the whole of it. I am sorry, Abba. We act like You are deaf, blind and dumb. Like You don’t have sense enough to maintain our lives, and certainly not a country, and we depraved humans know just what to do. It’s so stupid to me. Help me not be a part of this mass suicide of sound reason. I pray for a hunger for Your Word that surpasses any hunger I have even known. And I pray to grow to be like Paul and Silas, Peter, James and John; that I will refuse to shut up about You anywhere and everywhere that You open my mouth or pen. This sick world wounds my soul – thank You for Your healing balm – Your Word and Your Spirit that comforts me, challenges me and day by day as I submit to You will grow me up into a woman who does some good.
James 2: 19 Thou believest that there is one God; thou doest well: the devils also believe, and tremble.
20 But wilt thou know, O vain man, that faith without works is dead? source
Kathie Whitestone Thompson
Follower of Christ. Wife, Mother, Grandmother, Great-Grandmother. Some call me a teacher. Some say I'm a prayer warrior. A few accredit me with some writing skills. Me? I say I'm a work in slow progress, looking for perfection in eternity and until then having all the holy fun I know how.