He who created us without our help will not save us without our consent. – St. Augustine
In 1971, an intruder stole into my apartment and held me hostage for two days. I did not know who he was; I did not know his name; I did not discover his real identity until twelve years later.
I tried everything in my power to escape from his merciless hold on me.
When all else failed, I turned to God. I pleaded with Him to save me from my captor in any way he saw fit: a massive heart attack or a ruptured aneurysm…anything that would end this torture.
I wanted and needed His help immediately, but for some reason He wasn’t listening.
Eventually, as I had done thirteen years earlier, I turned to God. I pleaded with Him to help me understand why this happened to me. Apparently, His line was still busy. I continued to walk. – Excerpt from “I’m Afraid”
In both instances, I wanted what I wanted when I wanted it. Obviously, it was my will; of course, I gave my consent. Where was He when I needed Him? Why wasn’t He heeding my pleas?
Timing is everything: our time, and God’s time. It took me many more years to grasp and try to accept this concept.
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Do Not Be Afraid!!!