If I were sitting in an audience waiting for the play Life is Fair to begin, I’d most likely get up and walk out. Life isn’t fair. Is God?
I believe He is.
God didn’t hurt me, wicked people did. The Spirit of Religion was sent to kill, steal and destroy. Incest sits squarely in that realm.
When I married my first husband and he was just as evil, whose fault was that? Squarely, I’d say it was mine. Sure, all of my upbringing groomed me for bad, but I chose and I’ll own that.
Blaming doesn’t help anybody — least of all myself.
Isn’t the concept of fairness a moot point? If I hunt for it, will I find it. What if I don’t hunt for it and trust that God has my back?
There is one thing I am very sure of — what seems unfair in this life will be made right in eternity. That is not only my belief, it is where my hope springs from.
Did you know that there are conversations happening all the time in the heavenly releam?
The God of angel armies is always by my side!